Tagged: memories

at the edge of sleep,

at the edge of sleep,
i am waiting for one of
your memories to

pull me down deeper, or is it
one of my memories, dead weight
.
20220630:0143
y

we collect memories

we collect memories
in irregularly-sized
vessels, in the hope

that they will not leak, find their
way out, look for something more
.
20220601:2010
y

wanting some things that

wanting some things that
don’t make sense is a trademark
happening – we yearn

for the possibilities
closest to impossible
.
20220523:2123
y

in the hushed pockets

in the hushed pockets
behind the front teeth, the taste of
salt when the tears still

come after twelve years, looking
up at the five-day-old moon
.
20220205:2315
y

we stand at the edge

we stand at the edge
of christmas eve, sorting through
baubles of memories

augmented through time, letting
our most genuine light pass through
.
20211224:2010
y

there is a ripple

there is a ripple
in every memory, it
reverberates out,

touches other memories,
sensing them to be lighthouses
.
20211030:2058
y

i am backing up

i am backing up
the backup of collective
bytes that will bring you

this memory at your bidding,
provided you’ve the right cables
.
20211024:1656
y

memories become

memories become
overgrown with and without
intention – the greens

become greener, weeds even
weedier – waiting to be tamed
.
20211018:2108
y

the people you think

the people you think
of when you travel are the
same people you think

of when standing still – sceneries
change, characters stay the same
.
20211009:1205
y

year after year – here