2026 - The Cracked Door

07/12/26 A New Tanka for a New Day

Can you ever really meet
Someone new anymore, or
Have you gotten too
Many scratches to build with
Anything like a clean slate?

Blast from the past:

You saw me as just
A part of your day. To me,
You were my day.

The truly deep ones
Create life around them and
Strive for all to thrive

Blast from the past:

Out of your healing
Cascades forward more healing
For those around you

Mercy is not the opposite of desire. It’s the form desire takes when you let it breathe.

Blast from the past:

I am neither the
First, nor am I even one
But one of many

When did you decide
That you were too small for such
An enormous love?

Blast from the past:

When you throw a stone,
I am the one who feels the
Ripples go through me

Unabashedly
Elitist yet structurally
Disadvantaged

Blast from the past:

To those who care less
About transparency than
Maintaining access

Every time we talk,
I feel like I can’t
Recognize who you
Once seemed to be

Blast from the past:

So many thoughts rush
Through my mind. Unsorted, yet
Each fight for my time.

At the sight of death,
What do we have left to love
But that we can fall

Blast from the past:

Life emerges from
Destruction. Exploding stars
Form a genesis.