every other day,
every other day,
we confront our fragility,
caught up in beauty
.
20240404:2149
y
every other day,
we confront our fragility,
caught up in beauty
.
20240404:2149
y
we ride up and down
the shores of hualien, picking
up lost memories
.
20240403:2247
y
easter sunday comes
and goes for those who choose church
as an elective
.
20240402:2111
y
in the armory
violence is not so distant
a thing that we could
ever mistake a weapon
for anything else other than
.
20240401:1941
y
perhaps people are
often begging to be pushed
or pulled – or, more than
likely, to be held in so much
solace that neither is needed
.
20240401:1921
y
think of me but don’t
ever let me know that you
think of me, it’s a
simple enough equation that
solves for every variable
.
20240331:2247
y
the last sunset of
the season dangles on the
horizon, seeing
and unseeing the edges,
waiting for time to slip by
.
20240331:2121
y
the things you skip and
the things you queue up for is as
random as hearsay
.
20240330:2142
y
perhaps the longest
story ever told is in
koan form, citing
and reciting, a narrator
in the dark, nearly enlightened
.
20240329:1717
y
hello, i love you,
where can i rest my sorrow?
is the new refrain
whispered across dimly lit
rooms, beating between heartbeats
.
20240329:0800
y