September Gale with High Theory
Windy all day and now through a restless night
poetry
From The Late Qing
One leaf, torn from my saddle-stitched
Overleaf
Everyday, bring a tree
After the X-ray
I move through the night, hooded
Bears
We bring our bears to bed
Milk Fever
Swallowing hard.
breath ghazal 33:
i want to hold the moment in my hands
breath ghazal 35:
clearwater ripples over history & faith
breath ghazal 41:
imagine the possibility of a held breath 'you'
breath ghazal 63:
breathing a fresh fishy marrow of day leaving
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