Baxter Had No Idea: A spoken-word poem by James Navé

Twice 5 Miles Radio with James Navé · Apr 6, 2025 · 2m

Baxter had no idea why flowers thrilled him or why the full moon tugged his spirit—pulled it up out of his body into the sky, reaching, reaching for a dream full of desire to carve a parting yellow sea out of the long, black, dangling night under which he walked and walked across mud and old fallen trees and comrades spread as far as his eyes could see across the land. All music gone—nobody left to nod in the mud, or lean into prayers or worship the illusions of reflections cut out of the nine lives that nobody remembered—that once the cats owned. “And neither do I,” Baxter thought, as the…