I admit...
Confession
Jokūbas and the Red Barn
Like Jackson Pollack and Mark Rothko, Jokūbas numbered his paintings, refusing to ever give any of them a title or even a date.
THE ONE-NIGHTER; VIRGINIA ROSE; MAPLE MAN; RECOVERY; BEWARE THE MAN
All the sap dripped from him.
Heirs licked the sweetness.
Who Knew? Well, I’ll Tell You.
Did you know? Litbreak doesn't deactivate posts.
What We Leave Uncounted; She Draws Places She Hasn’t Been; Things Still Waiting to Be Finished; Amateur Fossils of the Sleepless Night; Instructions for Listening to Silence
If dreams left bones I would sift them gently from the sheets. A rib of moonlight.
How I Write
I carry fragments of lines in my mind for days or weeks before writing them down. Sometimes the line arrives whole, sometimes only as rhythm. I try to follow the sound first and the meaning later. Language, like water, tends to find its own level if you give it enough patience.