With These Long Limbs

So many things in the world reaching.
Myself,
I am content,
In the dark hours of the morning,
To reach simply for you.

I haven't decided yet whether spider lilies also deserve their own micro season, but I'm leaning towards 'yes'.

"Honesty Is Such A Lonely Word"

"The heart and mind are fathomless places hard to navigate," he admitted. "But I don't need truth from you. Just honesty."

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The honesty of an opinion or belief is defined less by the veracity behind it as its holder's willingness to let it change as more truth filters into their experience. Without that openness these views will tend towards becoming just dark expressions of ego.

And Another String

Further unexpected guitar issues: singing and playing at the same time. I figured once you could play the song, if you knew the lyrics you could just then start singing along.

Nope. At least not me. Just opening my mouth causes the tenuous grip I'm holding on rhythm to fail, and my fingers to forget which strings to fret.

One more molehill requiring crampons and a sherpa.

Return

Skirts of Spanish moss
swirling in eddies
and dawn's first threat.
Knee high in dark water
cypress sing,
hollows echoing,
tones rising slowly
from the void of the world
calling night home.

Shake It Off

"It's okay to miss people," he told her. "A perfectly normal part of life."

"Just take better aim next time, and consider higher velocity ammo."

I Could Use A Dr. Tom

I’ve developed a soft spot for shows of both the Canadian and time travel persuasions, still, it’s a bit embarrassing how much I’m enjoying Being Erica on Amazon Prime, so don’t tell anyone.

When Code Collides

one plotted solar trajectories
the other could find cats anywhere in an image
they met on a quiet telecommunications redundancy server

trajectory was there with friends
finder, taking a break from whiskers, tails, and tufted ears
it was a beautiful binary romance
ones all the way down

they meshed code a few minutes later
gave birth to the loveliest algorithm
it could figure out how to rescue a cat
anywhere in the Milky Way

Empty Your Bones

Empty your bones:
Far as they've brought you
they haven't been strong enough.
Worn with fear
and the pressure of tomorrow;
drain them on hungry earth,
And fill them up again
with all the ways
I believe in you.

Broken Reflections

More enchanted by what's been lost than is yet to gain, the only futures she ever looked forward to were broken reflections of the past.