poetry: begging blue

pretend with me
we’ve fallen under
where sharks cry
and birds laugh
i’m me
you are blue
nobody sees us
we hold hands
taste salt
breathe sea
sink through quiet
still the cold
break hips free
pretend with me


*39/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.

**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic. 

poetry: a square of sky

what would you pay for this bit of blue?
i will throw in flour dust
and a turmeric-stained apron.

you might find bent hinges,
snippets of moon song,
silver strands curling at the edges.

moth light and steady sandstone.

cloudy mirrors, well-worn paths,
watercolor stained jars,
books under beds, and 
hollows shaped by holding.

what would you pay me
for this bit of blue?


*14/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.
**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic.