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“Walking the path, I stop to pick up
bleached bark from a tree, curled into
a scroll of ancient wisdom I am unable to read.
Even in my dreams I’m hiking
these mountain trails expecting to find a rock
that nature has shaped to remind me of a heart.”
― Urban Tumbleweed: Notes from a Tanka Diary
bleached bark from a tree, curled into
a scroll of ancient wisdom I am unable to read.
Even in my dreams I’m hiking
these mountain trails expecting to find a rock
that nature has shaped to remind me of a heart.”
― Urban Tumbleweed: Notes from a Tanka Diary
“The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.
Your pure sadness
that wants help
is the secret cup.”
―
draws you toward union.
Your pure sadness
that wants help
is the secret cup.”
―
“What saves and ruins?
(The museum)
What blooms amongst the rocks?
(A ship)
What opens wide and explains why?
(A burning window)
What is ill-advised in the new world?
(What ends at the treeline.
What split like a lip into two less viable possibilities.)
What shimmers on our bodies when we are warm?
(Our historic burning) What lines both the inside of our coats
and the inside of our mouths?
(Our current burning)
What is the real museum?
What is wet and is yet a wick?
(The tongue, which becomes colorless over time.
Which flakes.)”
―
(The museum)
What blooms amongst the rocks?
(A ship)
What opens wide and explains why?
(A burning window)
What is ill-advised in the new world?
(What ends at the treeline.
What split like a lip into two less viable possibilities.)
What shimmers on our bodies when we are warm?
(Our historic burning) What lines both the inside of our coats
and the inside of our mouths?
(Our current burning)
What is the real museum?
What is wet and is yet a wick?
(The tongue, which becomes colorless over time.
Which flakes.)”
―
“Concerning Some Recent Criticism of His Work
—Glaze and shimmer,
luster and gleam;
can’t he think of anything
but all that sheen?
—No such thing,
the queen said,
as too many sequins.”
― Sweet Machine
—Glaze and shimmer,
luster and gleam;
can’t he think of anything
but all that sheen?
—No such thing,
the queen said,
as too many sequins.”
― Sweet Machine
“When I was young, I hid under the porch with a star in my throat.
When I got a little older, my mother opened the cupboard to let the fire out.
...
I believe the stories got wet and began to bleed together.
I believe we built the sides of the town too high and the events kept rolling back.
I didn’t know that the water was going to keep rising as well,
but if you have any say in the matter, while the boats go down,
I’d like to be on a ladder,
peeking into a loft made narcotic with children,
a dead pool with rolling, living waves. If possible,
I’d like the water to douse the match that’s growing out of the bones of my hand.”
―
When I got a little older, my mother opened the cupboard to let the fire out.
...
I believe the stories got wet and began to bleed together.
I believe we built the sides of the town too high and the events kept rolling back.
I didn’t know that the water was going to keep rising as well,
but if you have any say in the matter, while the boats go down,
I’d like to be on a ladder,
peeking into a loft made narcotic with children,
a dead pool with rolling, living waves. If possible,
I’d like the water to douse the match that’s growing out of the bones of my hand.”
―
H’s 2025 Year in Books
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