When you came back to me…
Medieval, Cartographic, and Spatial History. The History of Eels in English Culture
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Time is always…
You don’t remember…
To the former resident of my apartment…
For you, I have turned everything over…
I grew up fifty years away from here…
When the ground…
that the worst of us…
How does it feel….
Who needs history?
I am setting up a spreadsheet…
Travel on…
Kalends of April, 2020:
Ærwulf is on one island, I am on another…
My boys like eggs for breakfast…
Sometimes it’s my body…
It’s a camel, not a clam…
If I tripped…
I have poured myself…
Some days we are storm-borne…
would you tell me how…
Sometimes I want…
A family sits across the way…
There is a pleasure…
I want years…
The grain of stone…
I fell asleep too early…
I am living in the margins…
It is a very human thing…
Did I listen for your words…
Black bird of my muse…
Let me hold a vigil as you rest,
We live in such a disposable time…
There is a weight to the silence…
The bistro table…
Without you…
When I was younger, I spent one idle summer…
Say the words out loud…
Sometimes it is the small moments…
Five-Seven-Five Variety
There is still old snow
You have stood before me…
Slow travel. Turning each pedal…
Tonight, the setting sun…
We make a virtue…
Cleaning out the lint trap…
The other night, as I lay sleeping,…
I wear a mark of memory…
In the winter of the world…
When I meet someone…
