Early there was no more sleep in me.Outside, the world was spinning potions of the short summer darkness into slow color:Grey bucks under a lamb grey sky stood among the river stones,tossing their antlers like crowns. A white crane satRead more…
Do This
It was those few important degrees above ice as we raced through the wet forest this morning among the green aliens.The desiccated husks of anise had no sweetness for the sky.The river was too busy to look up, pushing hard,Read more…
Drawing Lines
Morning draws a line down the middle of the river,On this side, the sun is touching my face like the skin of a lover the second before contactOn the other side, the river steams exuberance against the clean knife bladeRead more…