At seven o’clock I brewed some coffee, waiting for it to finish, I stared at leftover pizza— I decided to eat straight from the box —like beautiful birds of old, or like the mouth of a miracle. It was now Tuesday. Standing in the kitchen, a lonely water drop rippled in the sink. The first […]Read more "Ordinary Tuesday Morning"
it’s raining outside down upon the inside to create a point of enclosure and as it does so the vibration of this procedure is felt in thunder and known from the sky-lion who looks at us from the side of the jar we are the containment-becoming-within, as jam-packed falls of cloud-filled water infuses us into […]Read more "Voices of the Leaves"
zero count down are you on or what’s the problem where’s the drill-bit, what’s the deal heal or heel before the sign-post, time has split ends and the voices of both sides are becoming louder, yet inseparable their tethers spin, their post at the center of everything stands unswaggering, here comes the wind, how will […]Read more "What Inhale"