The Tendency For Existence

And breathe
The talk of fingers
Entire possession… Read More The Tendency For Existence



Sometimes I choose the wind.
I leap in for the blast and the immediacy.
The wind sculpts me as I float off into new places,
lean into tearing fear,
have annoyances plucked out of my hands,
lose my thoughts with my hat,
have my intentions scattered like paper.… Read More Puff