2015 | 10 | And per se and
In the
curled hours
between
thinking
& feeling
Unfurls
a still
true
truth:
that writing
is
what
happens
when you turn
to follow
that
gold &
hair thin
thread
trailing
behind,
which
moors
you to
a
long
ago
snag.
So, you
follow it back,
finger
pinch
over
finger
pinch
To that place
in the
morass
where you
find
her
Gently
crouching,
And drift
into a
Mesmerine
stare as
her
old
soft
hand
stops
scooping
ash dry
remainders
into
a sun
stained
fond
long
enough
to fold
an unwritten
letter
whose
specific
gravity
is
barely
weighted
by a
stone
which you
cannot
figure
neither
how to
put down
nor
how to
bear.
Queer Urban Ecologies 
Hi Darren,
This is a lovely piece…the form suits it as you write forward into an understanding by going back in memory. Well done!
As ever, Brian Dedora
Thank you, Brian. I was just thinking of you (and how long it has been) the other day. I’m taking off again for Italy on March 1 with many details to sort before then, so not sure I can commit to a coffee, though I’d love to! On return?