Crows

Between the hills and the channel, the crows flew into the cornfields as they had two hundred years before.

Respuesta al tiempo

The day begins
with sweet night’s
memories

Declaração de amor

… this language is outside the cube of space

Canción de la soledad

Casi no hay quién pasa por áqui // en el sábado solitario // sábado de las ausencias
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Almost no one passes here // through this Saturday solitude // Saturday of absences

We Don’t Run

There was fear in his voice, acidic, and with it immediate anger.

Earth to earth

I haven’t built a house, or surveyed for a map, or planted a garden. But by listening listening listening I’ve followed the sprite of movement.

The Book of Love

The sun set some time ago, so it is irrelevant tonight whether I plant the garden for myself, or for you, or for us.

fireside stories

There is much to be said of city life — but the less said, the better.

a dance in the dark

It is a physical law that the slower you move, the more you perceive.

Choro Bandido

Besides my love, it was music took me to Brazil.

Windows – 9 (Dusk)

Cherry juice stained her blouse without shame; perfect mother perfect day.

Delible

I suppose this guarantees my ego-name will not “go down in history”.