Softly,
spiraling together.
Slowly,
tumbling downward.
Like,
Fallen angels.
Our
entwined wings,
a delicate thunder
In the night
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Memory
Saturday morning
I am sitting
drinking strong Coffee
scented with Cardamom
intense and aromatic
for what seems
like the first time
I really see the chair
across the table
and the void
that fills it
Again
I am sitting
drinking strong Coffee
scented with Cardamom
intense and aromatic
for what seems
like the first time
I really see the chair
across the table
and the void
that fills it
Again
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
The experience of moments
a memory
of boxed red wine
Curry
and those cookies
heavy with Ginger and Molasses
of hours
spent talking
in your car
or
In stillness
sitting
quiet
Silent
Except for the
Delicate sound
Of your slow
Measured
breathing
beautiful
but still I have
no memory of you
Not like it was
there is no
like it was
Matt Hansen September 2009
of boxed red wine
Curry
and those cookies
heavy with Ginger and Molasses
of hours
spent talking
in your car
or
In stillness
sitting
quiet
Silent
Except for the
Delicate sound
Of your slow
Measured
breathing
beautiful
but still I have
no memory of you
Not like it was
there is no
like it was
Matt Hansen September 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
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