Friday, May 05, 2023


sometimes it takes me all night
to  believe in myself
the buckling swirling sweetness
of time a delusion
I believe in stories the dark tells
plots strange as stars 
whole galaxies of grief and strife
open sleepless portals
to ghosts who listen to questions
with growing hunger 


Gillian said...

Very sad.

Sarah said...

oooooh I love the growing hunger of ghosts

Max week

It has been a week of/with/at Max.  I'm so relieved Huck and Max seem to be getting along better. They're not cuddling together (yet...