Beating
Beating,
my heart once beat its way
through a strange and sprawling
Peter B Godfrey
Finding treasures in darkness
Post-traumatic-growth. There was a time when
I didn’t know if I
Small Book
I want this to be a small book,
a small slight book,
An 'Ernaux' Book Spine Poem
I remain in darkness, simple passion,
A Man’s place, A Woman’
Nonsense
The market for nonsense
is infinite.
Somehow the appeal
of fake certainty
Memory in the blood
Where do we go when we yearn for something
beyond actual memory,
Acceptance
I accept that tastes change,
and
my favorite readings
will someday be
Archived Lives
Our family archives are like maps
that haunt and guide us
toward
Know your own bone
Why do you never find anything written
about that idiosyncratic thought you
Something more ecstatic
I think poets live in a world
that is maybe a tissue-thin
I would tell my younger self
That nothing good
ever goes down a straight road.
You have to
The crisis
Is specifically a middle-aged crisis.
It comes after decades of world-building,
making