parable – Page 2 – Love the Dust

On what is social in poetry

Perhaps even our responsibility bears the mark of irresponsibilityMore

Sometimes it seems we are either dreaming of wholeness…or willingly fragmentedMore

…and you too will also return, in the greatest things as well as in the smallest….More

Full of weal and woe as the wheel goes roundMore

The light can be stubborn, and linger, when the sun setsMore

What is our speech but the chirping of baby birds?More

Most things will end up becoming a storyMore

We used to pray for rain, for sustenanceMore

Our love of certain things does not arise until we have been seduced to them.More

flecks and flickerings of…faith?More

Just what does the wind do with our flames?More

My grandmother dreams while awakeMore

No sequel. No reviews. No eyes to see itMore

It might be too late. It might not matterMore

Sometimes, knowledge is courage. Sometimes courage is oblivionMore