thank you for the death threat proving your desperate need to be feared – why? i don’t know, but you must be despairing knowing that i know that if you had planned to kill me you wouldn’t have warned me […]
Pointless Epitaph
I write you to life again – I would that you were my friend though you weren’t so when alive and I didn’t realize that we even could have been until I heard you had died. — to “Gustav” for […]
The Known vs. The Felt
I know you’re gone and I am left alone to carry on. But how can you be gone when you take shape time and again within my head? Do you live on within the neurons of my brain? Do you […]
The Stranglehold My Soul Has On My Body
The silence that chokes me is the stranglehold my soul has on my body – kept captive and fettered it smolders inside it longs to burn through its containing hide – It answers my call that it alone hears since […]
Two O’Clock At Night
Two o’clock at night; got up and lit the lamp – how long did I sleep, how long been awake? Darkness presses down, the lamp struggles sympathetically helpful to keep it at bay. I walked through a large and cold […]
And So He Died
And so he died who, having lived so long, had buried so many others and never cried. And so we stood there powerless for words. A person lost, indeed, but memories and stories so much more importantly that day as […]
The Wreaths Laid Out
The wreaths laid out, the coffin so white it blinds on sight. Or perhaps it was the light in the chapel that hurt my eyes. The tapestry at the altar; interwoven roots – left in the room now root cut […]
Livets træ
Livets træ stod smukt og grønt og gav liv til alle – indtil det blev fældet så alle kunne få deres eget stykke – så døde alle –
New Poem: Lace
SPRING: The buds that unfold and grow, the dew that resumes at night, droplets in beams of light, dispersing remnants of snow. SUMMER: The skin on the back of your hand, the sunshine through the trees, the veins that pattern […]
Dust
It gathers on my drying lips – the dust of our lives. The dust of repetition, lives of dust that we must live, and dust-related lies as well that turn to stories which we tell and name as “memories” Lives […]
Candleflames
We’re candleflames flickering in the wind – the smallest change of weather and we all blow out again.
North Sea
Do you remember me, restless sea? Do you remember the girl you’d have swallowed if by some miracle unknown to me I hadn’t been saved as I in you wallowed. Do you remember the deed you near did and would […]
The Moon
The moon has placed itself within my grasp – I lean towards it over the side of my boat and dip my finger in it It beckons me: “Come; come closer”, talks to me through the ripples, mesmerizingly, and only […]
Question
When a human dies, what happens to its share of knowledge and experience? Does it disappear or drip into the ocean of humanity’s shared store? Will it merely be lost, or will it live forever-more? If someone for my humble […]