no matter how far you go
somehow I’m certain
you’ll find your way back
into my memories again
written into poems
to be found by someone someday
long after we’re both dead
who’ll read the little pieces
of the you I left behind
and wonder who you were
July 25 – August 19, 2026
Now the ocean on my back feels calm to the touch
Smoother sailing for them all
But everything still flows down here
Where I shiver beneath them….
Here, today I stayed
I stayed angry
But I stayed
…
Your books are not my religion.
Your heroes are not my religion.
Your psychedelic trips are not my religion.
…
….
I remember
It’s not a shiny little pebble
It’s a dull rock
Hard and brutal
….
Shadowed, sheltered;
hidden until one needed it,
trembling as others passed,
quietly it remained.
A forehead under lips,
Under a chin;
Face to face, soft cheeks press each other
Back into chest they lean…
My cold, dark feeling
My hidden wisdom so hard to find
My searching for everyone who’s fled and scattered and hid
…
The echoes that follow us
ride our shadows to stay at our side,
bearing down on us somehow
from the ground at our feet…
It was large and hefty in my hand.
Glossy and black, more shell than screen, it felt
solid in my palm.
…