#NaPoWriMo - day twenty six

what delicate things hands are
what delicate things hearts are
i have dedicated my hands
i have dedicated my heart
how desiccated are my hands
how desiccated is my heart

are hands delicate things?
are hearts delicate things?
to what are my hands dedicated?
to what is my heart dedicated?
are my hands desiccated?
is my heart desiccated?

how often beauty
is dried in the pages
of a favourite book
how often we underline
a favourite passage
while reading

we all make our lists
another way to measure
what we truly believe
we decide what it is
that we want to build
and we do it again and again

#NaPoWriMo - day twenty five

a day of books
holding words
in my hands
talismans
 
i am surrounded
by other book
lovers crushed
among stacks
 
conversations
about poetry
and stories
 
celebrations
of this voice
and that voice
calling out
 
we find these
other voices
gather the words
 
sound the depths
gather close
enter in

#NaPoWriMo - day twenty four

A dream: I’m washing the dishes and turn around to see someone walking out of the hallway towards the door carrying something. I realize there’s someone else right behind me, a stranger. I know he’s going to hit me, perhaps kill me. Don’t, don’t, don’t I say but he strikes me and keeps striking me and keeps striking me.

A dream: I’m washing the dishes and turn around to see someone walking out of the hallway towards the door carrying something. I realize there’s someone else right behind me, a stranger. I know he’s going to hit me, perhaps kill me. I search in the sink and find a chopping knife. Before he strikes me I take the knife stab him in the chest. I keep striking and striking and keep striking.

A dream: You’re washing the dishes and turn around to see someone walking out of the hallway towards the door carrying something. It’s me. I’m carrying everything that ever mattered. You realize you’re going to be alone. You stand by the sink and hold a chopping knife. You feel like you’ve been stabbed in the chest. I keep walking and walking and walking.

#NaPoWriMo - day twenty three

 once i had several lovers.     i had several lovers once.
     when one was at work      i thought that truth
   i would be with another.     would prevent a wound.
      i first wrote “wound”.      by truth i meant "truth".
     when one was at work      the truth is we wound
   i would wound another.      without a thought.

i had several lovers once.      once i  had several lovers.
          i thought that truth       when one was at work
  would prevent a wound.      i would be with another
  by truth i meant “truth”.      i first wrote "wound".
     the truth is we wound      when one was at work
           without a thought.      i would wound another.

#NaPoWriMo - day twenty two

30% of people think reading regularly makes them better than others.
30% of people can flare their nostrils.
30% of people have two jobs.
30% of people don’t use bar soap.
30% of people will love you.
30% of people think most people can be trusted.
30% of people eat candy nearly every day.
30% of people believe they will live to a hundred.
30% of people have experienced some form of abuse.
30% of people lie about how much they give to charities.
30% of people are highly sensitive.
30% of people are overweight.
30% of people have snooped through someone’s desk.
30% of people are nervous to go out alone.
30% of people will decline to attend a wedding.
30% of people have dated a roommate.
30% of people will hate you.
30% of people have never been to a drive-in theatre.
30% of people will be replaced by AI.
30% of people have never built a snowman.
30% of people do not want to have children.
30% of people distrust science.
30% of people say they don’t know how to make friends.
30% of people leave something behind on vacation.
30% of people admit to running a red light.
30% of people don’t know how to drive.
30% of people don’t believe in God.
30% of people say they have never felt more alone.
30% of people think they’re great at small talk.
30% of people won’t cut and paste this.