high & low

Sigh. It’s been a week. Found myself wanting to resign from the human race feeling not quite suited for it. Sense the cynicism squinting my eyes almond-shaped. Feel it trying to cinch my heart small, too. It’s misdirected (or undirected) anger, that cynical snare and glare. A narrowed view. A heart that won’t hope any … Continue reading high & low

counting down

Counting backward now Counting down Tallied marks like a prisoner etching a cell wall Maybe they are not days But moments Gone mad or glad clawing through bark Time runs from top to bottom Glissading down a slope Collecting a calendar year Into an hour glass A window sash inching toward the sill A door … Continue reading counting down