Episodes
She had an uncanny energy for life
thankful for every little miracle it bestowed—
and it made her
entirely impossible
to live without.
xx Atticus
Published 03/28/20
“Leisure” by W. H. Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor...
Published 03/26/20
She wasn’t happy or sad,
in love or out of love,
she was just there
existing
in the ebb and flow of life—
and that was a dangerous place to be
but her worst mistake
was forgetting to remember
there was more.
xx Atticus
Published 03/24/20
In the mornings
she taught me French
and after breakfast she would paint
and I would write
and as the spring rain fell on the skylight
and the tea steamed from its mugs
my heart hummed
to the music
of the dream
we’d found.
xx Atticus
Published 03/21/20
"i carry your heart with me" by e e cummings
i carry your heart with me
(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it
(anywhere i go you go,my dear;
and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear no fate
(for you are my fate,my sweet)
i want no world
(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root...
Published 03/19/20
Does the sun promise to shine?
No, but it will—
even behind the darkest clouds,
and no promise
will make it shine longer or brighter
for that is its fate,
to burn until it can burn no more.
To love you is not my promise
but my fate—
to burn for you
until I can burn no more
xx Atticus
Published 03/17/20
All life is a revolt against death
and all revolts are eventually quelled.
The question is:
in those moments
with a rock in your hand
and tear gas in your eyes
can you smile to the fates
stand tall
and
make your voice heard?
xx Atticus
Published 03/14/20
On those nights
when the thick snow drifts
through moonlight
and the sky looks like falling stars
close your eyes
look up
tongue out to the gods
and feel the cool ash burn you.
xx Atticus
Published 03/12/20
"Out Here On This Very Day” by Prince Neptune (Cody Simpson)
Out here on this very day
We journey further into the illusion
Adrift in the great dream
Yearning for entry into the severed realm
Do you know that the death of earth soon come?
Do you know the progress of destruction?
Do you know the strange new topography of the coast?
Life closes in slowly around us
And we seek salvation in copulation
In drugs
And by sunset we ascend
Only to find that our minds
And our...
Published 03/10/20
"I Have Fallen" by Christopher Poindexter
I have fallen
in love many times.
Have you ever sat in a bar
and watched a lonely man
or woman by themselves,
their tired eyes shaken,
fixed on nothing but
the glass in front of them?
Can't you taste their sadness
from across the room?
Those people.
I fall in love
with those people.
To me there are few things
more real.
Published 03/07/20
Today I opened a book
and found a flower
that you’d pressed—
it was orange
and red
and yellow
and small.
And in all ways
it was our love
gone now
but beautiful still
as the memory of something more.
xx Atticus
Published 03/05/20
Keep your kingdoms
give me
the open road
the stars in the sky
the smell of a campfire
around the next bend
and I will be as rich as any king.
xx Atticus
Published 03/03/20
Tell me,
she said,
about our house
our children
our garden
about the lives we will have --
but he never could
and it wasn't until she was gone
that he understood
that she never needed the house
she only needed the dream.
xx Atticus
Published 02/29/20
Daughter of mine—
for your smiles,
for your tears,
for your skinned knees,
and your broken hearts,
for the love you give,
and the love you find.
For whatever you become,
or don’t,
it is far too late,
I love you already,
long before
we ever meet.
xx Atticus
Published 02/27/20
I took her hand,
and my heart beat fast
as her warmth swallowed me up.
A thousand times I’d run this trail
but not with her.
Her eyes were all that young love should be,
and they lit me up
in every look.
We lay in shooting skies
and freckled stars, and
promised our love would last forever—
and so in our forever
it would
there in a castle atop of Blueberry Hill,
with silver moon rivers
and sailing ships.
xx Atticus
Published 02/25/20
We aspire
only to live
our lives well,
to fall into the gentle to and fro of life,
and the refrains of seasons and tides
rocking us slowly & finally to sleep
as old and loved
as we can possibly be.
xx Atticus
Published 02/22/20
I woke before her
and she slept on as the sun rose
spilling light across our bed
she was an angel in my sheets
the girl I would draw
if given a thousand years
and only a promise
she might one day come to life.
xx Atticus
Published 02/20/20
There is no excuse
I’ve heard
worthy
to decline
a request
by a lady of
reasonable
morals
and pleasant
company
for a skinny dip
under a warm
summer moon.
xx Atticus
Published 02/18/20
You and I
are stars
met once
in the breath of a universe
crossed only for a moment
as the ebb and flow
of dust and atoms.
xx Atticus
Published 02/15/20
It rained in Rome
but when the sun came out
it seemed fresh
like a city made new
and the ruins glimmered
reminding me
that nothing lasts forever
not cities
not kingdoms
not rainstorms.
xx Atticus
Published 02/13/20
Hidden away above two thin staircases
a bed, a desk, and bookshelf,
a writer’s paradise
the rain would fall and set
its cadence to my thoughts
the old radiator pumped hot breath
forcing my window to be cracked a pinch
and there each night I would fall asleep
in a melody of cold and hot—
wrapped up safe in all my ghosts.
xx Atticus
Published 02/11/20
We drowned out the voices in our hearts
that our love had run its course,
for this night at least
the old music played louder
than the truth that beat beneath our shirts,
and as the stars melted into morning
we smiled at the old stories
and left our love hanging in the air
as we embarked alone
on our tomorrows.
xx Atticus
Published 02/08/20
Have you ever had a feeling
there’s more to you
than the person
everybody else sees
a person hidden deep within
the very fabric of your soul—
you must pull that thread
unravel the truth of you
and wake within yourself
that great giant
you already know
you can be.
xx Atticus
Published 02/06/20
Go forth and conquer
for the world is small
and you are a giant
and every step
you take
will make the ground shake
as it rises
to meet you.
xx Atticus
Published 02/04/20