wind hears

wind roars

wind speaks

wind is not the tides that bow the air to their thrumming will

wind is not the air it moves

Mammal Raised by a witch and her twelve familiars, in a drafty cabin, in a cursed crab orchard, above the blue-black mud of Tricky's Cove. A swamp witch with twelve cats and a Mexican mutt named Chico, taught me the symbols of sacred texts…

The Gleaners Caught in the splash of our cruising headlights as we slow to creep over a tectonic speed table, two men in rags overcoats and hoodies push chromed shopping carts, dark down deserted sidewalk. Side-eyes…

The letter j is didactic as fuck It just happened one day that i no longer felt strong enough to convey a specific message. For centuries we had drawn i as j to signify the end of a numeral. For millennia we enslaved each other arbitrarily…

Don't listen to the brochures 1 I would see this rock, poking up through the melting clapboard, shingle, stucco, at the end of the House Age. All you see is a cliff, keep driving. The area is still very scenic, in spite of the missing icon…

Crystal Cups A jet flies in overhead for a landing. Engines make a lonely call as they strip down the air. Notes descend – plaintive whine to resigned hum. Soon, they'll be on the ground. these unknown people having traveled…

That Day Came Someone married their car. They found great joy in the way some parts of it were proud and others shy, and vibrations of the revving engine. They added aftermarket ground effects to increase its sex appeal. The owner’s manual…

The Time Given –Where is it that fills the deepness I feel? You will say I'm not Robin the Hood, but how could I hide from top to foot, that I lost something in the hills? – Sibylle Baier, I Lost Something in the Hills I do alright by forgiveness…

Bite Your Tongue After: Of Silence. Drowned the Sound of Your Retreat by Jennifer Elise Foerster That was one way to let go, what identity borne in discussions of cats passed, by this cupboard of shadows scattered dusk-bound. The…

Ain't Even Snowflakes fall into your ears. They are just heavier than air – just. Crystal forms melt on warm lithic bodies. Nostalgia wants us sickly. Nothing ever was real but once, and you blinked. Done tried to relive over…