wrought in tension hammering on the anvil a will to hold the centre

are you knocking at my door? yes, i'll dance! teach me your loose steps and the pleasure of dissolution

merging droplet to puddle, water emptying itself and throwing up a mirror to the moment, convex to its its last breath.

many summon this blue, to weight a body in full presence

dealing in edges gives you lines to follow

the rain comes drumming out on my skin all it's seen as songs of survival

swept with the river a stone skimmed to the future wind reigning and gone

whose finger beckons whose hands wring over and over? if we cant bend, we snap.

what brought your fingers to wax, to test and trade form, restless enough with something on the tip of your tongue to keep asking, was it...

As Icarus stole feathers was he also eying the ocean tides is each fall worth the flight of fancy

what do you see? the greater proceedings that lie beyond me?

crick jointed, not knowing the name of the station or how many more corners call

sighing out, stroke the soft space where dreaming gathers and disperses

why do you sharpen your teeth hungry heart? starving for things in others hands. those others tread the same trench each facing off into...

breathe without burning this flag of yourself, revving out of a ghost town, don't pick no fight here.

this is an axe head and i watch the hands of a craftsman, something precious to be taken in the moment as is. Pause to appraise, and the...

in a country of lochs a month since a puddle, a global scourge of dry words in mouths lost to the kissing of children

the lumpy texture of regret, as if we could go back and make good! our disregard in the moment is legend

sorrow is the stickiest wrapping, the water of life has left and the residue clings even when you try to lift your finger from the...

it might not have been the day you did walk into, feel all days present in parallel under the mist