By storm

12.31.2020

animal nature new year (2010) he’s one of the men i met at a new year party how you look like a sweet little cat with sweet little paws you lick and wash your whiskers with he said. i raise my arm and slap him as hard as i can with my paw. oh hit me again he says and i raise my other arm that he grabs coming at him and bent it behind my back so i have to turn to easy the pain and therefore show him my rear  as the crowd counting down for midnight he…

11.17.2020

on the south side of the twin’s colour this morning,there is a flock of many hundreds, closer to 1,000 than 500rosy finches.they’re backlit against a woolen sky a couple days ago in the same area two similar-sized flocks foraging and flying. they coalesced in flight,playing, then went onto disperse like your heart eludes me

09.22.2020

— fatal child : sukkeret sunket brænder i maven du hører din vejrtrækning og isen under dig (synker)

07.24.2020

—yes. the roses smell like happiness and sorrow  or maybe that’s all i am smelling —very soft, i would like to try a yellow too

04.23.2020

beads   there’s hidden stars of bright days, as the tide of arctic   water you no longer see, still their lasting   impermanence  softening your heart; make it just calm enough   just enough beads for a trail to follow their being  as your path low, then   rising like larks  recurring in springs