Boundless Entries

"Never fearing depth, my only fear is that of shallow living"

Poetry

  • Pinetrees will be the end of me.

    Pinetrees will be the end of me.

    OPENING ACT I. ACT I I float on words that don’t rhyme. On incoherent sentences. Fragmented meanings. I float past stories untold. Of how this place came to be. And why this life chose me. ACT II There is no sound. No voice and sense that can be made. From these lips. Sealed to protect Continue reading

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  • I’d write, if only I had more time

    I’d write, if only I had more time

    If I had more time I don’t think I’d write more.  As I usually say I would, if I had more time.  In fact, I think I would write less.  Precisely because I’d think that I have time.  There would be no rush.  No words to chase.  Nothing to jot down out of fear that Continue reading

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  • Things once said. Twice sworn.

    Things once said. Twice sworn.

    You said  She’s my newspaper with coffee. My morning dose of a thousand topics. Overwhelming. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.  She’s my book on a beach trip. Even if I won’t read it I find comfort in having it there. My possible escape from any or all of it.  She’s my midnight Continue reading