Filed under silence

I will keep All our secrets But not dwell on them Too often Enough Like sips To moisten the lips But there is a beast Which knows no restraint And there are people Monsters who would find Meat and marrow In releasing him So, curation Falls to a tender, attentive Librarian Filed under silence

Another Round

I acknowledge the exhaustion Alone This burden of performance Relinquished after Before the show Remove the war paint Unbuckle the armour For a time, Feel each ache and concern Let them stretch and walk around Then away Because I ask nothing of sympathy Just a moment to contemplate Check my gut and say Sometimes I … Continue reading Another Round

Other Rooms, Other Times

Some things Are taken to other rooms At other times Like tea ceremonies Relief like peeling the skin Of an orange with your thumbs An anguished strain Taken to other rooms Because no one sees tears And thinks better of them Outside, everyone Pukes up their slightest feelings Invites you to look At the intestinal … Continue reading Other Rooms, Other Times

quiet rock

The pages are done Writing ahead A quiet flurry of Activity as your soft breath Whispers of rest calling Letting you sleep Whilst I attend to my purpose, This part of me The certainty of self Dutiful and oftentimes Holding in the giddy sweeping Boyhood we never relinquish And still the sight of you Brings … Continue reading quiet rock

The End Of The Affair (Quote)

I loved this film, beautifully filmed and devastating. This scene struck me in particular. Sarah: Love doesn't end, just because we don't see each other. Maurice Bendrix: Doesn't it? Sarah: People go on loving God, don't they? All their lives. Without seeing him. Maurice Bendrix: That's not my kind of love. Sarah: Maybe there is … Continue reading The End Of The Affair (Quote)

Reflections in two mirrors

He sent them to be seen by her. That he had tangible proof of his commitment to his purpose and his growth. Each session, each rejection of easy but costly temptation was there in the heft of his pectorals, the lines and striations in his hip flexors and the way that the softness around his … Continue reading Reflections in two mirrors