Delicate Blooms

My soul, it ebbs and flows for you, still.  Blindly sensing the seasons.  A taste of Spring then back to cold.  All lines blurred, all thoughts distant, in need of fresh blooms.  Beginnings, cyclical not new.   Options are only physical, insides are fated.  And they've always been.  Talking about it doesn't help.  Tangled string; a delicate web – lets watch the patterns unfold.      

One Year

I know that you know that I still miss you every single day. Thoughts flow through my mind like leaves from trees; gently, calmly, effortlessly. How could all of these memories remain but only in me? I am the only one; the one left who shared those thoughts. Thoughts of that time in place, where there was no such thing as time. Pages of Earth Science heavy in the air; our bedtime stories. I don't think there will ever be a day where you're not missed. But I will tell you this...you'll always be right here, with every plane engine roar you'll never be far. A constant reminder that you've always been part of our sky.

Ragtime by Kevin Young

Like hot food
I love you

 

like warm
bread & cold

 

cuts, butter
sammiches

 

or, days later, after
Thanksgiving

when I want
whatever's left.

Skin

A story published on the skin of 2095 volunteers.

 

The Row

Big Easy Express

Avedon