There’s a bowl of clouds

Dipped into the sky valley

And beyond, the light

—M.Y.A. #422 5.27.12

My black dog, at night

Panting and destroying sleep

Me, gasping in fear

—M.Y.A. #421 5.26.12

Water splits hard stone,

Proving truth is in movement,

Drawn to the unknown.

—D.D. #427 6/1/12

Tears well ev’ry day,

Dropping into hot time sand,

Spilling till I’m scorched.

—D.D. #5/31/12

I hear the full moon,

Calling to my son at night,

Rocking and tide-drawn.

—D.D. #425 5/30/12

It’s only me, here,

It’s only ever me, here,

Yet, now it’s we, here.

—D.D. #424 5/29/12

Am I terrible?

Grateful but nowhere near joy,

Time to lose some time.

—D.D. #423 5/28/12

Tired and down, low,

Leaf shadow dappled with sun,

A green reminder.

—D.D. #422 5/27/12

Well what a sweet breeze

Tickling my forehead and cheek

While I gaze at sleep

—M.Y.A. #420 5.25.12

And on platitudes

And personal growth, and hope

And advice from you

—M.Y.A. #419 5.24.12

I shit on romance

On the culture’s obsession

With the one-plus-one

—M.Y.A. #418 5.23.12

If I thank you now

Will you hold my gratitude

In your memory?

—M.Y.A. #417 5.22.12

I fear the ocean

Please don’t erase me today

I wouldn’t stand it

—M.Y.A. #416 5.21.12

I drew great comfort

From your faces, spirits, words

I hope you’ll know this

—M.Y.A. #415 5.20.12

Will I survive this?

Living, that is, existing

Faking sanity

—M.Y.A #414 5.19.12