Tag Archives: John Sibley Williams

The Conversation Between

The entirety, yes, and more than shape, texture, purpose, more than the friction of words rubbing against one another sparking meaning, more than meaning, prescribed significance, more than the way morning light plays upon it and the long shadow inherent … Continue reading

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I Should Say No

I should say no to the air punching through my lungs. No to each shared breath, the severe slope of my shoulders, the world I cannot turn my back to. I should say no to the rain in its falling, … Continue reading

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The Sea Within

Giant glass shards of a broken mirror sweep sea creatures in and out: somehow always away. Tentacles and gills. Blood in the water. I share too many molecules with what I cannot touch. An entire family bound to memory: on … Continue reading

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Universal Constant

Days in dead grass pass the same as in dense forests: flat on our backs staring up and in, lullabied by time, relentlessly swelling beneath. Either way, breath unlocks its music. But our fists just keep clawing up soil and … Continue reading

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In the Burnt Woods

Here is that same poem again. The one you write on calendars as the days ahead tremble, the days already lived vanish and never were. It’s that voice you’ve never heard but recognize in the receiver when someone whispers goodbye … Continue reading

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The Ripples

The low dry lake stretches decades around me. Ringed vermilion stains where water once quivered. I sling a stone across the surface and hope for ripples. Under the same stars, the same weight. The hard earth I cannot drink. My … Continue reading

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