Field Notes for a Son I Didn’t Know
Day 4 She turned down the radio when a child sang. Didn’t say why, But her fingers curled against her thigh like they were remembering how to hold a…
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False Spring?
The cold won’t quit. April spits warmth, then slips back into bone-gnawing wind— sinks its teeth in again, all bite, no bloom. We talked about a garden— just talked—…
Necromnesis
By breath and bone and fleeting trace, I call you— by sigh mistaken, empty space, I call you— by echoes caught in fraying thread, by shadows drifting near my bed,…
All or Nothing
If time were clay that offered me a chance To shape anew the path that brought me here, To mould it would undo the sorrows past, Yet lose the wonders…
Scanxiety and Other Updates
Took my meds and checked the chat Someone’s wife just shaved her head Someone else says, “Fuck this fog.” Missed her kid’s school thing again Marked the day…
The Pour
She begins brittle, tightly curled, a rustle of dry whispers waiting for a reason to unfurl. I linger, calm and quiet, until her need stirs me, kindling the flame that…