Cauldron of Belonging
Belonging’s no goal, only the state of everything. Not a sense or feeling, merely what the stars do in relation....
Laughing Grasses
The grass laughs and laughs to be named a singular thing, as if its chorus were made of blades too...
Our Lady of Play
Six green parrots on the green green grass allow me to see them this morning, while Our Lady of Play...
Dimension Adventures
Dimension adventures is what I wish for my friend who got the pronouncement of dementia no one wants. Could those...
