CARRIED.

Broken shells
on a shelf, a
feather and
some books,
some read.

Years of
collecting us
and now, soft
and glowing,
bells in the rain.

What a time
to know you,
all along and ever,
were feeling
through -

a slender
hand, pale
and strong,
stroking -
Shoulders back,
chest out.


I wrote this early August, 2013. 

SCHOOL.

shorn apart,
torn asunder -
hard to reach,
reason
rendered
reticent,
drink.

blank page
staring,
whale eyes
meek and
wet, regret
reels, a failing
father.

i can not
        stop
seeing/
tunnel vision
withering, white
skies
humiliation.


Wrote this while working on my Masters Thesis, August 2013.