By James Diaz can't drown it out the screamin' through the walls could be then could be right now so hard to tell in this fading light one more knock and you'll let anything in to stop the bleeding of time one small piece of skin crosses another white moon you swallowed whole and aching out the … Continue reading Come To Find
By James Diaz she asked why I had been walking in circles I'm not, I said, these are small prayers my feet make muscle swarming and I listen so very hard to the crack / it never makes sense the artifacts of breakage / they said I should be feeling better but I feel worse … Continue reading House of Surrender
By James Diaz They said; show yourself as you are but i was rusted pylon twisting in Tucumcari wind glint of the seed that would not take you cannot measure a fall without falling... ...hard what shatters tests high ground against rutted earth i would row out into the red dawn, reed of loss in … Continue reading Silent Type
By James Diaz we thought of all the gardens we had never put into the ground we thought of the daily breaking down into smaller parts till the whole thing could fit into our mouths we thought of the last time we had been happy and we cried because it had been so long we … Continue reading The Way Our Bodies Break
By James Diaz in lieu of love she gave me tea leaves spread out on a road map she said rain bores her senseless and I said senselessness reminds me of rain of collateral damage dead birds and parking lot trash sadness in sculpted laughter at the end of a dark hall in lieu of … Continue reading This is Weird, Isn’t it?
By James Diaz i think of you as one precious book removed from a shelf and misplaced for years you are the thing that cannot be found I root around in all of my dark corners for you I am a bringer of what if's to understand suffering, one must - there's no way around … Continue reading There is So Much Pain
By James Diaz If it’s hard it must be useful Even the dark which is sometimes more light than we know Has its own hand in us Moving our needle north There is sorrow in each breath But there is also release, friction Heat, deep gorgeous blooming From out of nowhere I thought I had … Continue reading Every Scar is a Map
By James Diaz Two Stars, One Sky look at what almost owned me, i thought only certain pieces can be swallowed but it's the whole body how it presses at its edges as if it could only release enough air then maybe it wouldn't be so prone to breaking it's not until you're too old … Continue reading Two Stars, One Sky