𝒻 𝓁 𝑜 𝓊 𝓇 𝒾 𝓈 𝒽
flour·ish | ˈflər-ish  , ˈflə-rish

There are many ways to perish, or to flourish.

How old pain, for example, can stall us at the threshold of function.

Memory: a golden bowl, or a basement without light.

Still, friends, consider stone, that is without the fret of gravity, and the water that is without anxiety.

And the pine trees that never forget their recipe for renewal.

And consider, always, every day, the determination of the grass to grow despite the unending obstacles.

Excerpts from Mary Oliver’s Evidence

hayley diana
anna mays
harrison wayne
phantom ring

it’s 2019 and im standing outside
sufficient to have stood
though free to fall

dead computer
flash light on your face
  phantom ring
right on time or late into the traffic
you fell completely

it was understood
without actually being there
an image
  or carry all
web of ambition
kept going
kept quitting
  quit

wanted to be friendly

  but felt like

you should just pass by


80/20
rule of design

  sad girl with dirt on her bed
backmasking
post-selfie


ever clear
ever dumb
trudged around
more bowlegged
or splayfooted
toward purpose than usual


can I be filling
can I be a file


life and simulated life

  delivering low religion to your DMs

anywhere you land is land lost the batteries ran out

now u r running out


  don’t stay awake on Monday night

straight into the fire n I told you

  it’d be hot



faith kept failing
the answer,
  still loading

so you declared loss
and lived in loss
sucking in the mantras of electronic media

  Are you still working for everyone?


sealed in moisture
set on vibrate

your solemn and destitute heart
placed in your back pocket
cries out
in search of the real virgin Mary








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