Will Davis

@bythiswillalone.bsky.social

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nurse. poem scribbler. immutable fire escape. furthering the wondersome.

found some cracked pavement, how dear in its broken song — soft mirror, mirror.
Poem Think we just made it — but only just, like rain or bus tickets
half-rest I carry a small faith in the night. there in branches. again in stone. here with your little finger poised on the brass scales. weighing the eyelid reaching south.
I heard my left hand I heard my left hand love for my right hand white through the screen door just as through the summer elm you two years ago in the bardo moved into the room we once had feeling for. -Jean Valentine
Hand carved Basque drop spindle made from cedarwood and birch with pale blue spun wool singles wrapped in a messy cop.
precedent you  have  come and  then  again you've  left  that  way like  light like  light.