I don’t know where to begin in the house that begins without me.
Moths took over the pantry 7 mornings ago.
Air conditioning crashed the heatwave.
There’s no name for the missing part in the original sentence-frame.
The lawnmower broken in the front-yard crab grass for who knows how long.
I was lazy like August.
The dented moon stuck between power lines before its ballet-slipper pink climb.
The middle lane on the highway can be slow on the left or fast on the right.
Maybe it’s not the right lane at all.
We were driving to a new occasion.
Nothing was interesting like before we settled in.
The rabbit immobilized won’t trick the neighborhood coyote.
Don’t walk barefoot through blue-thorn thistle.
Tip your head back, and the sea green field disappears.
Bird song falling into night’s crescendo.
Their nests abandoned in the azaleas cut down when the lightning bugs announced Flag Day.
Monday’s notes were mistranslated into comedy.
Emails I never sent because I couldn’t “reply all.”
The main character in a pendant around one’s neck—maybe with someone’s ashes.
Their right hand surrendered to ether.
I keep forgetting more of you.
Time wedges itself year by year.
Your voice dissipates air.
The clocks surrendered their hands before we knew.
Someone said something purportedly divine about the body not needing itself.
I drank the nectar of the gods, and it frightened me.
The last song on the radio won’t let go.
Existentialist, Marxist, Nazi, Christian, Zionist… labels. Thought undermines labels, but thought cannot negate actions that occur in time. Philosophy is always an argument about the punctuation of a conception, and that is its wonderment. Actions, on the other hand, reveal one’s truth. We are responsible for our actions, yes.
Too often, labels become the matter, and as such, the pursuant argument will hide more than it reveals. Moreover, the conversation will manifest a negative spiral instead of the intended illumination. Good philosophy will break such a cycle through methodological critique like a wedge will split wood. Therefore, the hermeneutical approach is always the best one to understanding any thought-text properly. Stop killing today.
Thank you for putting this out there.
Peter
quite amazing complex sentences to ponder at length.
God, the suspense is overwhelming, betwixt one poem and another.
Poignant.
The bittersweet oxymoron of illusion.
Then, fresh air.
A tear falls
Waiting patiently
[({for a}poem)].
just posted 2 poems– I hope it’s clear that I posted 2 consecutively. It will be daunting to compile The Dream Quartet manuscript. It has a prelude [estuaries], 2 sections [iterations of summer and birches falling], an interlude [slipping], 2 sections [topography] and [incantation], coda [estuaries]. Hoping I can pull this off. I haven’t looked at the manuscript in quite some time, and there are so many new pieces to add.
a lovely beckoning