remember in absense
Memory is a world
the sawing bow:
a violin strung with humans,
quiver with melody
and ache forth tears.
I am a world
I carry with me
dying a life
somewhere else
I am a memory.
a poem
frozen lipped and dead
the world is this woman
gorgeous, a keening wail
the wind kisses her hair
she is memory
and I the wind.
and walking back
to walk the slumbering walk
in this world someone killed
but vexes continually
the world is a gorgeous woman
frozen-lipped and dead
and the wind kisses her hair
like memory
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About the Author
Hi. My name is Jeremiah John. I'm a sf/f writer and activist.
I just completed a dystopian science fiction novel. I run a website which I created that connects farms with churches, mosques, and synagogues to buy fresh vegetables directly and distribute them on a sliding scale to those in need.
In 2003, I spent six months in prison for civil disobedience while working to close the School of the Americas, converting to Christianity, as one does, while I was in the clink.
