Away

I’ve been away a while. More than a year and a half. What have I been doing all this time? Well, not writing or painting, and during this time is when I probably needed to write the most.

I once told myself that writing was going to save my life, so here I am. This post is a bookmark of sorts…where I left off…ready to begin the rest. I’ll start by revisiting what I was writing almost two years ago to see who that person was. To see what, if anything, my past self was trying to tell me that perhaps I wasn’t ready to hear.

If you are a writer, a poet, a musician, a creator…keep going. Be yourself. Don’t give up.

Visions

Do you still see the dead
walking among the crowd,
in the library, on the bus,
at the playground? Everywhere
but the old stone church
where bones grow brittle
beneath its crumbling weight?

You once said they smile
and whisper words you cannot
fathom, turn, and walk away.
They carry light in glass jars,
brushing against the living
like a winter wind through
a forest of barren trees.

A Week or More

So I’ll be on vacation for the next several days. The triple digit Texas heat is a great excuse to get out of town and head to the mountains. My posts over the next several days will either be photos or repeats…but hopefully inspiration will strike. 

Be well and write on. You never know what the next word will uncover.

Anthony
Photo: Windmill farm in West Texas.

perfect loss

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into the fire
out seared
beaten

           battered                
immersed in water
the afterglow surges
            steams
spatters
enters again
unyielding