Audio readings by Anthony Gongora
I went into the words to find me
Lockdown had left me quarantine quiet
Mind saturated stillness
Chitchat silenced
Meditationless
I tried to form a word
Out of the nothingness
Tong stuck to the ruff of my mouth
The N of N-ext stuck there pressing
Read MoreI stand on the edge. There is the sand, sky, sea and me. Heals sink in with each retracting wave. Pulling me out one grain of sand and salted sea at a time. Clouds shift overhead. The light bright then dim. The silent rhythm of drifting clouds. Accompanied by the arrhythmic percussion of the sea. Ocean crashing into quarts fills my head.
Read MoreRemember
The point of entry
Acknowledgment of equal wanting
The center
The point of departure
It speaks millions of words
Its sound a universal call
A space holder - timekeeper
A point of reference for all eternity
It can mark a beginning with no end
Or it can end at its beginning
Pairs of lips pressing
Read MoreDeath and love and death and love and love and death is all there is holding flesh to bone - bone to breath - to blood.
Words splash out crash out of this inked pen.
Descriptions of ideas, perceptions.
Only known to my insides, known by no others exactly as me or I, them.
Still, communication flows, one to the other, believing that we are understood.
Misunderstood most of the time, time tells.
What was grasped or passed over?
Time tells.
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