I went looking

I went looking

for the highly

protected

and quiet

holy places

existing in flickers

between

the cloth

and skin

of all
the little ones
I love.

09/29/2018  AAW

distant fog

I’ll never know

what home

is.

a distant fog

in a dream

I forgot

I’ll never know

I’ll never know.

09/24/2018  AAW

she has, and still

she doesn’t get it

she doesn’t understand

(perhaps I should explain)

(but I’m no good at that)

I’m not sure

I should be here

I’m not sure

I should have stayed

(but I did)

(I made my choice)

times move swiftly

time moves not at all

(time doesn’t exist)

(so I’ve said a thousand times)

you would think

she’d never read my poems

(she has)

(and still)

09/24/2018  AAW

lady atlas

the crucifixion

of her mind

as she looks

to the ceiling

opens her hands

and explodes

the mother

cooker of food

tamer of beast

asking for rain

to cool her skin

she is ashen

from the flame

she is given

to fits of guilt

she carries

the entire world

across her back

sleeping

when she can.

09/21/2018  AAW

the journey home

all my limbs

folding themselves inside

little suitcases

for you

09/17/2018  AAW