was stung upon
tongue
while plucking
petals
for their pretty and
perfume
smothers
room.
Sweat Wrings (available for free)
a cluster of voices and rhymes in less inspired times.
a collection of revised poems written in the past two years following a cluster of challenging events is now available, free of
charge to anybody who wishes to read. included below are a .pdf version and link to ebook
available on kobo writing life
Sweat Wrings .pdf:
https://handsinthegarden.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/10/sweat-wrings-2.0-1.pdf
Sweat Wrings on Kobo Writing Life:
thank you
lost and spun
about
in
out-crowd you
study
takes up less space
than time’s
story-
sealed like eyelids
of room
that
devoured the
best of
you.
we sank through
layers
like
floors only seen from
beneath,
reaching for more
nothing
fills..
my fists like its
worth the
risk.
sprung from torpor
tonight
with
wild child eyes
blind
to
fingers point out
splinters
rather than smoothness of
the skin they’re
embedded
in.
a porch breeze whooshes
your wishes
to me
as though i’m the genie
still shy to
be seen
for all my failings in
holding storms
back,
but you squeeze
my fingers
and whisper
“relax”,
granting the wish
i’d yet to
fulfill
i can’t spare you all harm
though i wish
to still.
grown far too
frail
to steady my
gun,
dare we not
speak
of
daze we care
not wake
from.
i promise you’re
mine,
you bury shy
eyes
in
faded flannel
sleeve
like you almost
believe.
ever in shared
orbit
yet not within
reach,
just missing each
other’s
hands due to
speed
of
the spin we lost
ourselves
in.
from bed of dried
up ocean,
open
our hearts
to sentiments
folded
under mattress
soiled
from blood run
cold.
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