Time like a river ebb and flow they said it won’t rain but it does seem likely the distinction of morning becoming more and more opaque and drowsy warm bedding regaining its succor half-asleep I turn my thoughts to you always always a comfort a bauble for my den
A gray sky day, comforting, glowering. CAUTION falling rocks is what the sign says at the site next door, mass excavation. Some ivy vine or sort of tree is revealed to be climbing the wall of the building that is staying, for now, in flat 2D, charcoal, with just a hint of relief– it looks like rivers it looks like veins it looks like life does find a way, just so often hidden, not […]
OPTIONAL POETRY 