3/29/20




to bring the wind what it listens for :: how many dreams are needed



3/28/20




fields of dark sky sink away gathering the capsized rain






as a child i often laughed though the house would later burn down



3/21/20




your glow is the moon in an ocean of its own






just dunes dreaming beside me :: it feels easy to be the sea



3/20/20




afterlife in the middle of the night, i hear silence arranging a troubled sea






everything i love is where no one has walked



3/18/20




then i felt your spirit twirl the leaves in a place where the world is thin



3/17/20




through a hole in the wind you hand me :: the yellow dress of the sun






how do i explain my death without touching your body



3/16/20




stone as smooth as the fate of the moon rolling out of the sea



3/3/20

3/1/20




whose flight is ever finished before the sky grows old and opaque






there are many broken lines i see in a single living tree