in places

in the morning there was sunlight it drifted down through the trees in that summer way holding its breath waiting to be noticed for someone to look up and sigh to let it breathe to have found purpose though in other places or other moments it would claim such purpose as some silly peripheral thought … Continue reading in places

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story of the moon

I work to fall standing up just to kneel over and over again climbing mountains just to light fires and watch the smoke float out over the earth joining clouds like family dissolving ash into water waiting on the sun to rise

Above the Crowd

We looked across long rows of terracotta with wires rising up as if for each individual voice listlessly comparing themselves to the sun judging by their surroundings thinking: "This life, this is something special." Until of course the next wire rises and the next and the next caught in the sudden middle of a rising … Continue reading Above the Crowd