Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Monday, October 12, 2015

wild boar jumping through the woods

for you brother J. W. for you J. and W.

the sky is here compact like a metal pig-house
under which we grunt for precision,
but you, my friend, are free.
and don’t worry about time – time is the only thing we have;
stop finding it, just write, love and, yes,
make something beautiful
like the sound of this wild boar

caught jumping through the woods. 

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

what are we but a bag of bones and love?

some of the most beautiful things wouldn't exist without suffering.

this is the proper mystery of the world.