the worm pulling the strings. Over creaking ice, stumbling
Tag Archives: ice
the button we never
pressed fish under ice
starlings synchronize in salmon clouds over ice
searching for gods in the light of ice-covered trees
the ice wind inside. Having written the date I force myself
splinter
for to say something today at wholesale but what if even the right time cubes of ice fall I imitate the throat of one of the greats and greyer to a lumpy bed
under the moon ice crystals on the old black notebook
autumn leaves like me trapped under ice