loose threads

a smattering of things

Category: Poetry

  • last night I cupped your head in my handand fed you all of my truths;you gulped thirstily,until a rivulet escaped your lips,forming a pathway of secrets down the curve of your chinwhereupon they dropped into gravity,sprouted wings,and carried us away -rjm

  • October is over and November is here. The world is painful and heavy, I feel overextended and weary. I got my first Covid infection the first week of October, and even though I physically feel much better, I am still dealing with a lot of brain fog. It mostly comes on in the evenings now…