Friday, August 30, 2013

small shiny things.

Little things console us because little things afflict us.
—Blaise Pascal 

Thursday, August 22, 2013

bits and pieces

all the bits of me
waiting for the big picture
for now, an abstract

Monday, August 19, 2013

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

rain fell in the night

rain fell in the night—

i dreamed i was letting go of you

and woke with death in my gut,

as usual.

how few the pain-free days, now—

i am haunted by them;

they weave in and out of my consciousness

like an endless prayer for mercy,

for more than a snatch

of living.

rain fell, in the night,

and still— 

there was morning.