Miracles
planting seeds— a departing squirrel stiffens tombstones— a cardinal circles overhead catharsis— every day I miss […]
planting seeds— a departing squirrel stiffens tombstones— a cardinal circles overhead catharsis— every day I miss […]
that hold your ship to its course dead into the gunfire ahead, a course charted long before on stone paper,
Over the end of fall the children were singing— of earth frozen to ice with albino rages, rhapsodic storms and
I learnt my hymns with my alphabets, I learnt that gods are supposed to save me. My grandmother told me
One thing happens, then another dust accumulates in a corner addendum, footnote, detritus, junk mail from fluffy pillow makers