— 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
— 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
— what leaps of faith behest you
— what fruit grows of bitterness
— what comes graceful leaves graceful
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
ørken mine is sleeping tulips.
ørken my mother’s sea is calm today.
— we found palm warblers. birds was feeding by the copse of trees south of water. were moving in the understory. then reappeared, to fly off to the north little blue heron at sand hollow too
— will rain make her bloom?