the venetian-blinded Sunday
a languid afternoon rare winter sun revisiting old photographs balanced by the unease of that last BoC album keeping me from the blue in-side and out of harm’s way. »
inevitable
stuck in the shadow of an overpass trying to find a different way out of this puzzle. »
here to go
another sunday morning, up before dawn trying to be more than a dim receiver the signal arrives a little stronger some days more than others but it doesn’t come at all if I don’t seek it out on a pavement somewhere early on a Sunday morning at the very least. »
deep seat
I fell asleep in the passenger seat you were next to me one hand on the wheel while the concrete overpass glowed in the afternoon light and i felt safe encased in steel. when I woke you were singing softly wondering when your love would return I tried not to move wondering if you’d noticed I was back on earth. »
back & forth
a new year scanning a roll of film in one room an old Field Mice album plays in another memories slightly removed a chance meeting and a twinge of regret resolution is just out of reach »