— sweets this is what i will say; make your words sweet enough for you to eat
writings
By storm
03.29.2019
sagebrush birds: soothe then fled and feathers catch light — these sagebrush natives faithful, to specific sites recur year after year especially if — and their song composed of elements specifically for vast windy steppe— their patterns and frequencies carrying well in open landscape without degrading
03.21.2019
— saw sanderling take off from egg island this afternoon amongst. many swallows on power lines happy spring everyone
03.06.2019
— sea berries is the weight of violence coming home, into long afternoons (of being) exiled among them talking, as words didn’t sound their full meaning i am always cautiously sifting the current beneath objects of family life
03.01.2019
— sea berries since things are not as sweet as you thought they would be you teach your taste the embrace of bitterness and your fingers to pick each berry cautiously
02.17.2019
— what leaps of faith behest you
02.16.2019_02
— what fruit grows of bitterness
02.16.2019_01
— what comes graceful leaves graceful
02.12.2019
sails all your deepest desires deserted; the mouth of a wound confining the rest of you days, as spring spills over in moist shoots and billowing buds your heart sinks as a sick clam, limbs follow it down until subtle pull of upward umbilical cord, unfold your sails to refill
01.27.2019
du drømmer rovfugl lægger sig om din hals som en krave og spinder i dit øre — hvem er din bedste ven?
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