after learning to teleport October wind the empty
Tag Archives: wind
grit in the wind all my abandoned blogs
snowflakes in the wind’s groan swallow pills one by one
the ice wind inside. Having written the date I force myself
splinter
which keeps its distance in service to a slowly unfolding melody that the sweetness of late fruit seems to say even this wind not like the wind when
blossoms in the wind
I never managed
to die young
the dog pulls me faster in frozen wind the star
hunger wind the ribs of a surplus giraffe
grass bends a long way away the payday wind
spring wind page after page of the journal undated
haiku and other animals 