i have so much to learn about lateral growth, as in the end, the beauty is in the burr

Double walled, like a thermos, dreams reservoired, not betrayed by one bite: more a slow erosion, more a slow erasure, the apple left in...

How is the world? there was a memory of tender interface, can ours bodies open now for divination?

No, it’s not all darkness on the wet road, I am walking with pippi longstocking and nelson. How she kicks a stone tastes of the joy and...

the river runs dry tears do not fill the void you writhe to miss the burn of shame and see the stars are watching

the lure of words leads me on, curl, cleft, succour tempt light as I walk back into my body

I am echo locating, the spaces between the dark shapes fill with past seasons. Others are here, the trees know more than i.

your words are still heard and the starvation that begins under our skin is still the hardest to hear

even when there is nothing left to say you push out a new version of yourself roots yet succour the craving persisting past the body blow

how our minds crave to fill the picture in, plunder ore for the metal of our purpose, take what we want without looking back, or beyond,...