Rethink.

Bonus points if you can figure out the video game that inspired this. You didn’t say “I love you.” Instead, happy to be outside, thoughts about ideals and banners, responsibility and guilt. A bird flew by, not a symbol but a puzzle and we wondered about omens. Then I was hurt. Your reaction was swift, …

Today I groggily awoke, fed the dog, went to work, napped at home. It is your birthday. I want to bark at the moon. I want the excitement of innocence, the dawning awareness your presence beckons.

You thought you were safe. We all think we are. On this spinning rock, living off the light of a dying star. – Maiday Darkened club, noise blaring. Neon shirts stand tall, an ecosystem of tropic wonder. The drinks are cheap and terrible. The smells are strong, an undercurrent of human not bleached out. Strobe …

“You only get one body, but you can always change your mind” – Maiday Was summer. Her yellow dress and long hair seemed, against the sky, a reflection – some memory made bright by the light or the heat. It’s hard when you want to love. She wanted a picnic and was enthralled with cut …

Love doesn’t die, it just changes shape. – Maiday Such a still ocean, where ever-changing water returns. I wonder how such a mass weighs itself down, finding strength collapsing in.

Note: Faure’s setting of the hymn is bittersweet. I wonder about that. notre unique espérance… – Cantique de Jean Racine In praise, the palpable sense of loss. How the heart – a void – allows its echo escape still mystifies me. The nerves, raw, break – after formal feeling, numbness ensues. Too much, no basis. …

Shadows of square pillars fall geometric on the side aisle. Parallelograms overlap forming light and dark triangles on the gray floor. Overheard – the glory of humility, the excellence of being last. Mine eyes have seen design, simple and purposeful, and it too preaches.

Stuck. Birds fan themselves; in heat they witness my slow foundation – so slow nothing builds. For me, no road. Even rodents quickly scurry upon the ground, finding nourishment, strength. Soil. With grubs, manure, the dead – not my only refuge, but my only. A hoped-for flowering, a temporary beauty. Beneath the heat – before …