Matthew Oldridge

Apr 8

When I am released from this bone-cage:

When neurons collapse

Organs fail

Skin, dust, dissipation of atoms of “me”.

When my ribs are no longer trapped across my chest, holding everything in

like the spines of sailing ships.

Guts spill out, liver & bile & blood

Intestines let loose my…



Apr 7

& if the meaning was “love”, or Love, or even love,

& if flower petals strewn & scattered & scarred with

spittle, cat fur-flecked crumbs & spite-

then symbol-strange dreams, cascade past my eyes as I sleep-

residue of thought & scarring from Love/”love”/love

& remnants & ruins of placed…



Matthew Oldridge

Matthew Oldridge

Writing about creativity, books, productivity, education, particularly mathematics, music, and whatever else “catches my mind”. ~Thinking about things~