Category: Unscheduled

  • The empty house that haunts my dreamsThresholds into bare rooms that I never enterWe have lived here for agesWe have never lived here beforeI hear the echo of years down the hallThe whisper of your lips grazing my skinDid I say too much and spoil the dreamBefore it even had a chance to begin?-rjm

  • Moving into quiet daysSummer months stretching long and thinYou flush in the heat and Ican see the boy you wererunning wild in the sprinklerswith a skinned-knee girlMaybe we were only meant to parent ourselvesMaybe being broken broke the cycleMaybe mending happens this way,with slow deliberation,side-by-side at a distance-rjm