loose threads

a smattering of things

  • the hush
    the hush

    all is soft again
    fingers
    hands
    wrist
    inkbound

    -rjm
  • Three down
    Four across

    It took you four tries on 14
    I said it would take me one but guess how many it took?

    The sky is blue, grass is green
    The tomatoes can be purple like a bruise

    Outside a small town in the middle of Oklahoma
    There is part of my Self buried in the red dirt

    It depends on what the definition of ‘is’ is
    None of these words make sense

    This is me ignoring the way you say the word ‘home’
    Like you built it with your hands to protect a tiny bird

    -rjm