the first half of 2024
Hello. Here are some notes from the first six months of this year. I hope you are all doing as well as you can be given whatever your circumstances currently are.
January 10, 2024
Bedtime as marker of approaching death -
a dream in which the appearance of those once loved
doesn’t end in fear
small and comfort
walking through imagined and impossible apartments
sky spanning cathedral trees
January 14, 2024
Winter night
and the temperature somewhere below zero
A rabbit pulls at shrub branches
raised on hind legs
then returns to ball form in shadows
at the base of the shrub
wind frozen solid in the snow
January 27, 2024
In dark of night
moisturizing hands
branches through windows
a chance glimpse of possum
before bed
February - April, 2024
A braid of birds,
scallop this tongue with suction
glass casserole dish
in simultaneity
explodes and dissolves
on the stove
the cracking and popping
of all the tiny bones and joints
in my feet
you rhyme it on a wintry gaze
February 2024
Ingesting of plastic
Breathing of plastic
Plastic into skin
Plastic into organs
Plastic into pores
Our born inheritance
foisted and forced upon
by robber barons long dead
zombie progeny
strip the world
fleece the fleeced
cut bones to the bone
…
This historically unseasonable warm weather
the lilac buds appearing in february
the warmth of the sun
The body experiences with pleasure
a breeze, a breath
The heart feels fear
the ending and changing of things
grieves for seasons lost to capital’s insatiable appetite
May 4, 2024
Asleep in his bed
face down
a toothbrush still in his mouth
pull it out to slight resistance
confused
sorry
looks around
toothpaste half dried on cheek
sorry. can you make my bed?
Stands dazed and walks to bathroom
as I put a sheet on his bed
and turn on the fan
May 7, 2024
Turning the corner
a sudden gorgeousness
runs through the body
as a flash of pain
spent lilacs and woodchips
May 11, 2024
A once lovely neighborhood
abandoned to the opulence
of anywhere
June 1, 2024
Horde.
Where were you
I see signs of your death
shells of your life
I expected a deafening song
occasional soloists
scattered in the trees
machines whirring on idle
I imagine your red eyes
what happened here
seventeen years ago
to disrupt your slumber
decimate your numbers
June 4, 2024
Scouring burned remains
from the bottom of the pot
the sour of limes
turmeric water staining the sink
Stuck within your boredom
the malaise of your routine
June 2 - June 21, 2024
Faint smoke on the air
saplings sprout from rooftop gutters
earwigs weave within wood walls
Spider from porcelain
silverfish from cistern
ceramic clink on teeth
Hair flat and reprehensible
you will tell me
you will me
you me
where is the divide
Thank you for reading.
Keep loving, keep fighting.
FREE PALESTINE!!!