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Sunday, 9 August 2020

 stirring the eye of a hurricane in her matcha

 

 

 storm wind a pregnant silence heaves

 

 he pries open a wind-blown empty gift box despair in the time of the COVID-19

 

Wednesday, 5 August 2020

should fingers born elastic be of man whose dreams belie a hand?

Tuesday, 4 August 2020

the book tells me twist your curls in spirals to heaven 
boat-like no matter his foot marks melt the mud

Saturday, 25 July 2020

 words/all have sneaked  away into the darkness 

Thursday, 23 July 2020

assignation  a congregation of Spanish moss has taken over

where to find rain that I may wash bitterness off my chest

stare a condition of the eye that belies the soul's long rains

the shifting light presupposes I’m on terra firme

Wednesday, 8 July 2020

the sea in my ear washing to shore a bridge skips sunset 

Friday, 3 July 2020

screams draw the night moaning as if torture is ecstasy 

Wednesday, 1 July 2020

Tuesday, 30 June 2020

mid-orbit a daisy chain snaps into screams



in The Big Book of Snow 113 words for blackbird

Friday, 26 June 2020

more and more the eye of me not me leaf-shadows carousing mindless

Thursday, 25 June 2020

when someone leaves before dawn a cotton-y sky all I see

Wednesday, 24 June 2020

so why not swivel the mind seated in the brain unsaid of elephants

Saturday, 20 June 2020

Thursday, 18 June 2020

the blue nail polish I borrowed turned me into a planet

Monday, 15 June 2020