Hazy pipe smoke rises to mingle with the cobwebs in dimly lit gray corners where the paint is chipping away. I let it curl and unfurl into recesses of my mind that I forgot or never explored and let it sit there among vague images and feelings. You are with me now. I don’t unpack […]
basswood (11.12.18)
Laying wasted in your palm, you begin to whittle me away. Shaping me into an easy trinket, smooth and rounded off. You cut and shave away mindlessly, searching for the right shape. We’re left with kindling by the time you’re finished, and with my core revealed and raw you put me away on your shelf.
passing thoughts 