milo – note to mrs

Mom opened a notebook in her hand and started reading aloud. “Only the moon never sleeps. From the window, it peers in on my heart.” Crap, she was reading from Book of My Poems! I lunged at her in mute fury. Dammit, I’d kept that hidden in my desk drawer. “Give it back!” “No. Unless you want me to make copies and share them with your friends, off y

I would often whisper, Let's dream the same dream, right after we turned out the lights. He took it as a sweet sign-off, but I yearned for this joint dream so hard my teeth hurt. He didn't understand that you could create a world—a fantasy, a nightmare—and bring other people into it, not just artistically but in life. I was pretty good at getting p

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Hello friend, nautical traveler
On a river flowing in between dreaming eyes,
I've found you suddenly,
Surrendering to wondrous, compulsive ritual,
The very wind caught by your sails tickles and grinds the land below

Perched atop the icy tower,
We see where the path divides,
And we know not what we will find, but we are learning to seek

-seawaters