They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Here I am, friend. Look inside. My panes are transparent; You may gaze upon my shadows But don’t let them distract you From my fearless light. I will scatter golden fractals Like sun-marbles Into every shadowed corner of this place. Come in. Come in. … Continue reading Window.
Three-hundred and sixty odd days ago They told me I wouldn’t see you again. I tried to look back, Recapitulate the last time I saw you But couldn’t find the memory: I couldn’t rub away the layer of film over the dirty lens of life to reach you on the other side. Life does that: Pulls… Continue reading 6.19.16: Daniel