saw wing.

SAW WING. saw wing saw wing saw wing

saw saw saw wing wing wing.

sawing. sawwing. gniwwas. saw WING.

SAW wing.

saw wing.

i've lost my home.

i don't even know ( Read more... )

there is a season in your heart
in which we come to part the seas,
we come to sow the seeds.
there is a harvest of that warm earth
where we compete, we reap, we promise good deeds.
there is something soft and gentle, tender and essential,
in that red field
that teaches me over and over how to breathe and how to be.

( i never do this. why did i do this? this is odd. )

it's amazing how much a familiar smell brings things back and how much it can occupy an empty space.

the current pattern seems to be that they don't want the ivy to grow, so they chop off the leaves instead of uprooting the whole plant.

where we are is a place that no one but us can see. my compass was wrong. the look on your face - tongue-pressed concentration -, the stones in your mouth tell me that i am not there, i am not where i want to be, but i am getting closer. in this jungle, in this jumbled tangle of cross words and careful speech and subtleties, where am i? where ( Read more... )

...so that when i take in the stars i see in truth how small we are
and
how
big
we
make
ourselves
to
be.

i'm not living up to the words on the back of my hand. by every fault of my own, i am stationary and i am still ( Read more... )