throwback: 2007: the dream of words
Hope bore you home and when you came, mystery fell and broke open wide.
Hope bore you home and when you came, mystery fell and broke open wide.
The children…called him “Tristeza del Padre.”
Tetelestai
The cloth of music is sewn as the spiny drum spins its wonder-thread.
Swing your smile on my heart like children play
But I’ve become a worn welcome to chance, having dreamt near all I’ve done.
I have exactly three cardboard boxes that smell of musty rental storage.
I don’t dare care. Against what they say, I know.