to label the stars once more in Greek/to know that total silence means the wind is changing/to count the times I suspected otherwise
Nowhere in him can I find / unpolluted water. No story here, / he has famine of the heart.
faster & faster until I lift up, break/into flight – Wind, no questions, no desires
When I hear a comment implying that math and writing inhabit separate worlds, I swoop in like a crime-stopping superhero.
Falcon dancer tossing stone, shaped stones, juxtaposing...
