stretch a flood so wide it catches everything. And we find each other whole and sacred, alive and breathing and breathing and breathing.
Notes in staccato igniting instrumental waves of burning wood, a fiery spark over and speck dust played in harmonics, as a coot hovers over a brook dives in comes back with a fish.
The sagging hoop bemoans a need to squeeze, its craving for a breath within the ring.
sand in her teeth lapped by aftermath lying exhausted slowly approaching the condition of music
while I missed the first few seconds of a song I’d hoped to record on my backseat boombox.
april is a dog's dream the soft grass is growing the sweet breeze is blowing the air all full of singing feels just right
Stood around like a dope in my punch-colored dress, clutching your box to my chest.