lately

The clouds are dumb today over the Farlons, muggy and gray, some say it foretells an earthquake, I say they are blind and spend too much time with sorrow.  The swallows split the sky…

she: I’d like to sleep on that floor. Haiku. Wine. Shadow. he: Yea, we can she: Not sure how the years passed. Woke up. I missed a few decades he: I’m not sure but maybe…

timing, rhythm, it’s woven and painted out after the dream real unreal vision divination is in one’s spirit can you read the wind The sound of the black birds across the intersection The speed…

forgive me my ways my stillness my silence there is an unwinding of the tendrils, vine windy at dawn making the small noises rubywoman who knows things 

It is getting close    Too close to FebruaryA month that wants to knock the hell out of meSee my face swell up, my jaw rearrangedI will be able to view the world with…