
sans parole/wordless : Riviere Matai/River




it looked like a notebook which had rebelled, with strange lines, a notebook to write crookedly, stories to make people laugh to tears, or tall tales, a notebook to write upside down words that would hold back tears and stories that touched souls.
*posted before, on June 2019, reviewed (for better, hopefully)in June 2020

Seriously secreting abstract thoughts to embalm the chilly July porch, drifting immature rhymes to perfect the order of the wounds.

embracing childhood:
it did not suspect anything
it was advancing fearing nothing
it did not need courage
all its life was on his face