At Rest

These poems
they are things that I do
in the dark
reaching for you
whoever you are
and are you ready?

These words
they are stones in the water
running away

These skeletal lines
They are desperate arms for my longing and love.

I am a stranger
learning to worship the strangers
around me

whoever you are
whoever I may become.

– June Jordan


July 2013

dreams
memory
repeats
the verdict
farce
fame
white tees
self/deprivation

August 2013

studying maps, 1
when it lands
newness
in search
after pavement
comfort
back then
digital divide

September 2013

this place
i’ll call it so
studying maps, 2
no illusions of greatness
everywhere
caught up in love, the sound of sirens in the background
autumn no love poem

October 2013

questions
rather than jump
tension
on the wind
new moon outing
tattoos
where she was
of cities
signs of homesickness
there, here, again
different winters
devilish
alternate realities
after romance
return to the courtyard
another time around
california
last minutes truth
getting up
platonic passion
ceiling reverie
oakland, 9 (neighbors)
oakland, 10 (first sick time)
dad the photographer
heroes
markings
budgeting
parting
oakland, 11
memory like an elephant
after so much

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