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…