We Were Just Here
Yesterday is becoming crowded. It is filled with peoplewho were just here. The friend you promisedto call tomorrow. The grandparentwhose stories felt endless. The childwho wanted to show you somethingfor…
A Reply You Never Asked For
You said you knew everythingI wonder what you missed, still I stayed. You called it understanding,I called it a wound you kissed, still I stayed. You turned away from the…
Advice to the One Who Writes
Do not beginwith our voices. Begin where your silencestarts to ache. Writeas if language has just been inventedand you are the firstto discover its fire. Do not ask the crowdwhat…
The Clock That Listens
The clock on the wallpretends to rule the room. Tick by tick,it counts the secondslike a careful accountant of time. But the clock is not the ruler. It is only…