Dec 4, 20231 min read

Monday to Sunday 04/12/23

Those people

We don't remember who they were,

we remember who we wanted them to be.

Good, bad, or bystander,

Their failings now multiple,

their kindness manifold.

Never real,

just remembered.

Plane

A white whale breaches,

tossing itself from roiling fog,

its call shaking windows.

Our sighting ends,

no sailor yells,

and this leviathan fades,

bound for Italian skies.

Recent Posts

To A Writer So let’s begin with what you tell us, your point. The struggle is useless, the story’s written. We’re merely interesting...

Sophia A building bestrode my dreams, tall enough to kiss the stars, And yet call upon the clouds as brothers. Under the mighty dome a...

M You live in small kindnesses, it's the way you thank bus drivers, or the proffered last biscuit. You talk in small compliments, growing...