i am bright with the breath of the world that was, a world that had not yet moved on. by my will in this when i turn did into does, so each sunset cedes space to a dawn. let this be the…
from Strabo’s Hortulus Elelisphakos frontfirst shines his own where, sweet-smelling, force-full, well-won when dared, proven in plural man’s wounds to make well; evergreen earned, ever young may he dwell. he wears an inward wrong: the younger yearning flowers, if unbounded, hunger far…
that was when we saw it, and our eyes grew wide in shock. well, what else would you expect–what would you do, if you looked up and saw a city walk? they had convened in secret–not in silence, but unseen, for who…
“i want a pursuit where i parse pressure readings. i want a mind that can measure how misleading certain shades of cyan seem to sufferers and singers. i want my body rebuilt by the Bringers.” no preamble, no premeditation: this is how…
Lufkinhales (he is [t]his breath), and fervor fills his face; between nowheresy and pre[s[ci]en]tense he treads a thin and sparsim space. “a kiss could be the cover of a quandary if careful, and the quarter of another be the boundary of balefulfillment’stationary…
this happens at true noon. it happens every day. then you blink, and you forget, and you go [al]on[g] your way. but if you could remember, this is some of what you’d say: you see true. you see you’ve come through a…
let fire be fire. let cat be cat. let this be here, and there be that. let liver be anger. let hand be hold. let cloth be protection. let brass be bold. let leaf be light-eater. let red be heat. let crescent…