In absentia

When you’re gone my shoelaces come undone I drop my keys the kettle boils over When you’re gone the silk of my shirt drags over the sore places like the memory of teeth


It hits me sometimes, out of the blue, that even the sky catches fire sometimes, that even these hills are not immune to change. The skip of a stone, a rippled pool; the beauty that is you. This week's submission brought to you by the yeah write poetry slam, where I learned all about nonets.


Between this stolen ship and home a promise made (a broken vow) was written in the rolling foam. Between this stolen ship and home a breach too wide to cross has grown. I toss a ring across the bow between this stolen ship and home: a promise, made a broken vow.


On this perfect day I watch you throw rock after rock into a mountain stream, Your words a constant flow, a stream of consciousness; all day I lean against this rock and listen while the trees rock the sky to sleep. Clouds stream across the edges of the day. What would I not give for … Continue reading Idyll