Literary performance, essays, and spoken-word confessions from an author known only as Woolfinius Jackson Whürl. A voice from the Dust Meridian, reading the pages he never meant to send.
OH! My uncageable ray of sunshine.
A single photon of your glory
lights my way for a day
and a night and a day.
Mornings assemble themselves around you.
Orioles rehearse in the rhododendrons.
Parks wake softly beneath your footfall.
Sleepy astronomers squint upward from their charts.
You pass through the world scattering warmth
in impossible little wavelengths:
a sweater, a laugh, a chirp of “Hmmm,”
kindness altering the chemistry of nearby hearts.
Twitterpated ornithologists have tried for a long time
to classify your species properly,
but every sketch becomes devotional.
Some creatures are merely beautiful.
Your radiance and gravity
bend the tide of my heart.