HeyDays

I am headed to the northwest side of the cityside. The side of the city least felt, fibrous. A folder of bones sewing my city. A folder of gravel. A folder of clay. A burning as the burning of choice has its center. It checked off, chosen, called on to sing. Sing The Prayer, sang [...]

With any luck, we can make a mark or notch. Comb the totem for messages against us. The day bright, stalled light, placards driving us for words. The bus. The bee on the bus seat, a little splendid. The knees that are folded upward. The children with their fingers. The coup. This, with all it’s [...]

Give us this day our daily tiger snakes, their laces placed in dark pockets of night. These longer, more slender limbs made swimming, into modified water, for hotter or colder. Give us this forward and backward, spread. Pleasantly whirled. A circle of sleep

Days of salt of earth of trees and cows. Days ringing the blackest bell, triangular bell, on the day it was said we sat down to eat. Days ministering ropes to holy waters. I see them in. them thru. The white pads of fluff piled on the drive. To derive. To have us some lineage. [...]