I found my heart
in the root cellar
hiding behind cans of
pickled beets and tomatoes
way back tucked away
in a dank corner
crying no actually that
had stopped now dry
but I knew it
having seen faint salty
rings all around it
like little chalk outlines
where bodies lay dying
one in the same
I thought then staring
one in the same
Month: June 2024
Too
And now
it’s been
too long
long I
can handle
but too
it’s always
the too
that does
me in
causes the
cave in
the landslide
reshaping and
reshuffling of
the landscape
long gone
now too
Beget
I miss the
good old days
when manners civility
respect meant something
when kindness reigned
and rewards were
affectionate and affirmed
this now whatever
this nightmare calls
itself lacks logic
it fails to
understand the law
of beget for
once animals break
free from confines
just like demons
and rude people
more and more
and more come
humanity is finally
showing its rotten
insides on outside
Never
I have found my
very own peace in
the oddest of places
for the place though
familiar is also strange
there is a place
that when finally found
is understood to have
been there all along
it’s just been invisible
and only ever apparent
to those who see
that there’s nothing else
never been never has
never will never mind
whatever else others say
Wilderness
I missed dawn
having spent hours
with you gazing
studying you like
some adventurer planning
his next journey
looking at mountains
and valleys and
rivers that flow
and follow form
as I trace
my path I
hear the sounds
of your wilderness
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 