Tim Rudolph

Jan 6, 2025 | thestreetspirit.org | Tim Rudolph |Bradley M. Penner

No direction home but I’m somebody’s someone somewhere Those things that I fear I’m without are often discovered within A trillion trillion stars blink into being, burn out, our little lives mere half-breaths in the iron lung of eternity— I find solace in my neverlastingness Near the off-ramp a change of fortune: a concrete culvert, shelter for this wayward hobo, the lullaby of traffic, a spider’s web my dreamcatcher Desolation feels truer than false hope but I pray nonetheless: That the cold...