A new century waits as the minutes
progress
into hours of vestibular begotten memory
My thoughts being counted although I
resist,
my feelings in service to what’s left behind
The sun and the moon trade in bartered
romance,
each jilting the other as day turns to night
Another year is recorded in the serpentine
past,
what’s seen a mirage—what’s measured retained
(The New Room: March, 2021)
Categories:
vestibular, time,
Form: Rhyme
Visceral
Vestibular
Vibrating
Vision
Vertigo
Categories:
vestibular, words,
Form: Shape
This is just a quick message I'm sending out to let you know that I'm back on after a long absence. I had brain surgery on a brain tumor(called vestibular shwannoma). Just wanted to update you on my absence.
Categories:
vestibular, absence, cancer, teen, teenage,
Form: I do not know?
I awoke
in the febrile night again,
half dazed
from my conviction
of your certainty,
contorted
by the pounding of 4 am,
and still restless
with vestigial sleep.
My sense for rain
laps the water
of vestibular illusion
and I am again in the Venetian
dusk of your warmth.
Somewhere,
between July
and this dense archipelago
I hear the whisper of November,
it is the chilled first day,
shared with menses
and candle shadow.
It is all seasons
and every brush stroke of memory,
it is the in-escapable,
visual artefact,
of you.
Categories:
vestibular, loss
Form: Free verse