Books, Memory, Photographs, Quotes, Time

Memory

Arboretum

“The places we have known do not belong only to the world of space on which we map them for our own convenience. They were a only a thin slice, held between the contiguous impressions that composed our life at that time; the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fugitive, alas, as the years.”

From Swann’s Way

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love, Poetry from The Well, Time

We Have Nothing To Share

Rainbows and sunsets

always sulk behind the lens.

So does the shine

stretched across your eyes,

so does the tilt

of your bottom lip.

It’s no wonder we

look washed out.

Pass me the last one.

We work hard at night.

How could we share

the hours, layers

of icy breath

lifting toward

winking stars?

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Anxiety, Photographs, Poetry from The Well, Time

Caffeine Heart

Richmond

My caffeine heart

is a tantrum-throwing

child in a grocery store. One minute she’s

white teeth and glittery eyes –

the next she’s

kicking her feet against my eardrums. I swear

I give her plenty of air

but on she wails about

Yesterday’s paper cuts,

Tomorrow’s steely clouds,

Today’s loose grip on time.

This girl likes her poison.

I keep it coming.

She keeps it flowing to thoughts

thirsty to live –

thoughts long

overdue to die.

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