Bleeding Ink 1,383

I could shake

I could rattle these chains

I could tell you


Is about to change

I shaved my face

I cut my hair

I swore I wouldn’t walk over there


Cut to the grave

No angels

Out here

In the battlefield

And the poets

Say we’re standing tall

Remember when we knew it all


I could shake

I could rattle these chains

I could —

Or we could—

Run all night

Try to remember

How we—

What if we could…



Rattle these chains

Talk about the change

In angels we believe

Cut to our knees in the grave

Poets say we’re standing tall

We could

What if we could

We could

What if we could

Bleeding ink #1382

It feels like everything is interstate madness


Not entirely out of control

But fast,

Fast decisions

Fast returns

While the construction is going on


I think about the lives we live

My divorce

Other people’s lives

The impeachment

The loss of Kobe Bryant

Everything is sudden

And all at once

Cycles are finishing


New beginnings


What is the dream?

How are you going to reach it?

What are you doing to get there?

Do you know how long it will take?

Time is an illusion anyway

Work on the dream

Love your people

Leave a legacy


a Legend

Nothing is guaranteed.

Leave people

And places

Better than you found them.


Bleeding Ink #1,380

Life is change



Do not hold yourself

Down to a fresh start

Or a clean slate

You carry experiences with you

Love, with you

Wherever you go

Life changes so fast

It’s like lightning over water

It will leave you breathless

Stay true to you

How easy it would be for me

To crucify myself

Maybe I could have been different

Maybe I could have changed

Maybe –

Is lost in the past

Keep looking forward


Not everyone adapts

Not everyone makes it this far

We are constantly dissolving

Be gentle with yourself

Continue moving forward


Life is change

Life is living



I found a box of letters today…

I will carry parts of you with me

Wherever I go

I will continue ….

Like the tide

I will continue

Nothing lasts

We are not permanent

We are here for a moment

Only just begun

Be gentle

Leave people better than you found them…


"feu dans le sang"

(Fire in the blood)

"l'attente est érotique"

(The wait is erotic)

I wonder what you wrote just for you?

Between the margins?

Inside your address book?

I wonder how your letters were?

How many did you throw away?

Did you have secret lines

Only one person would understand?

I just reached 30

You’re 39

I wish I could ask you how this goes


where loss is

How it feels

Did you feel it coming?

Did you write regardless ?


I feel this guilt, like acid in my chest,

When I think about the things I don’t say

I reserve the right to write whatever I want…


Nothing is permanent

And I think about that heat

I think about that loss

Like words,forgotten unused…

How many did we lose?


I pour her tea

She writes on the sides of the pages of her journal

She has a novel she’s working on

She doesn’t think she’ll finish it

We can hear them coming

And it occurs to us

You can hear and feel

Life around you this

Absurd chess game we try so hard at

love coming

storms coming

These boots coming

She won’t finish this novel…

She’s 39

feu dans le sang

I drink my tea

She’s here for a moment

I close my eyes


She’s gone

Like so many things

Blown away by a storm

The sun comes out

And I wonder

If we missed her,

I wonder how many more like her

We lost…

Quotes from

Irène Némirovsky

Bleeding Ink (drowning)

This room slowly fills with water

I’m adrift

Not at peace

Just adrift

Hollowed gray

My insides have long burned out

As have my eyes

I listen to the words in my head

The birds of prey

Fall from this night sky






From outside the door

I can feel myself

Getting bad again

I am becoming

The me

That you never


He hasn’t been around much

I am trying

Against all pain

The room drowns out

All the daylight

I keep giving away …

Giving away

I’m going away

(I’ll never say)


It’s all so clear

The room disappears


And all the time

Falls from the clock in the kitchen

Where we hid our weapons

Even you

Can use


I won’t confess

It’s a drowning

I’ll write no words

All this time

All this time…

While the words remain

Why is there no happiness …

I’ve only found true happiness

While writing.

Take me away

With your x-ray eyes


Don’t look away

Out of the moon

I heard

The devil say


Don’t lock me away tonight

Paths of destruction

We need a revolution

Dylan said a hard rain’s gonna fall

Why is there no happiness

Why is time a sleeper

When our soul’s on fire

Hearts desire

There’s no answer

And the words remain the same

We can walk these streets

All night

The words


The same