The Moya View

Tag: regret

  • The Night Is a Triptych

    The Night Is a Triptych

    You sit invisible in the green chair of the diner not enough lightto cast a shadowthe dinner is tastelessyou think you have Covid on the way back to the car your footsteps sink into the blacktopgetting lost in the yellow overheadsthe strippings belowYou trip, stumblefind the carstruggle with the keysthe opening the closing all the…

  • Father, Sin and Holy Ghost

    Father, Sin and Holy Ghost

    I squatter in the catacombs of remembrance. grinding my bones with pumice and chalk for a fine bone dust to clean the vellum bindings of my soul’s revisions.  The scars glitter the ground.   All the others with almost identical names, are around me, enough alike to make me doubt the date I was born.   Something…

  • My Mother’s Sounds

    My Mother’s Sounds

    I am not your dying son, I thought, as my wife gave me the diagnosis, remembering my mom in her dying chair.   I will not pass into final memories watching the Pope in America. “Bless me, Papa”, will not be my last words.   I do not believe in my mother’s God though He…