knit a row
purl a row
feel the ache
in your arms
as you finger
chipped glass
life is good
going somewhere
you assume
wondering
about endings
cover letters
resumes
india ink and paint
detective novels
chocolate milk
and wishing
for a face
the one
you know never
belongs to you
you want to live
in vibrant colours
shocking
incongruous
yet beautiful
like your
hand-painted
furniture
and the
illuminated
illustrations
in the book of kells
everyday life
flies and crawls by
pantaloon capers
across the stage
miming
but you
don’t know how
you can’t
help talking
though you
never know what
to say
may i have
this dance?
sadie hawkins
came and went
in a pink tuxedo
don’t burn
the coffee beans
watch out for
steam and
falling hot liquids
people look thinner
in high contrast
black and white
except mimes
in horizontal stripes
which never
flatter you
every room
should have red
i love you
sounds silly
in pig latin
but i ovelay
ouyay
sounds silly
in english, too
knit a row
purl a row
cast off
The volume great work you produce is incredible. Do you write them and then post them immediately, or are you kinda drawing from a journal full of writing or something?