Today I met myself coming back from being young…I was still happy - it was the wind, I think Its gold-white, sunshine smell in fresh, green-breeze ripples across a mind that fields still wander I eased along the crystal perceptions learning how to be taught, wishing to be loved, in desperate ways and sudden dreams of interstitial pageants, those acts between sorrows, made of space torn from the holes In the tapestry our twilight spirits rove across the chasm of conscience I strode with new purpose and subtle fears creeping at the edges shaping my perceptions into realities I wished to never know (The reluctant poet makes the most rigorous rhyme)
Archive for February, 2016
Asperity Du Jour
By Jerry Connelly in A Conspiracy of Zippers
Feb
26
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My Main Bag
By Jerry Connelly in Dross from sock drawer's bottom
Feb
15
Today I received a package in the mail. When I opened it I found a bag that was about 10 inches around and 16 inches long. It had a drawstring closure at one end and the string was tied with a thief's knot. I immediately started to work the knot loose to see if anything was inside. As I opened the top of the bag a small white tag that was sewn into the seam of the bag's mouth became visible. The tag read: "Always Expect A Cat" "Do not remove this tag under penalty of law"