what it had lost

set the world in front of us holding the top with a palm and preventing it from moving stood there, with a finger placed held over where we were from then, hand removed we watched the great world spin took fingers and dipped them into the oceans felt the collective breath of the thing draw … Continue reading what it had lost


A bit of a stumbling block

There was a moment here, where I thought this whole thing was meaningless. I moved on to writing my poetry on paper or in word docs and was saving it only for me. My goal was to write 1000 poems on here, but I grew tired. Thankfully, there are reminders. Of joy, of meaning, of … Continue reading A bit of a stumbling block