Thursday, November 20, 2014

shaving mirror

apple a day



bone madrigal

by the gun

mirror chakra

cosmo urchin

birden

blindrun

exhalation of bones

for joanie, whose white hair i found caught in a tree.

future incomplete

future perfect

grandpa specks

i heard the wind last night in my sleep

idea fish(bones)

it all begins here

                                                she was kissed on the eyes

lint, lavender, as ever, bones

love is colder than death

mere bear

o riso da terra

osso bone mobile

osso avis

run blind through stick fence

slurry temple

truce one

they who they make are commerce of human stupidity

truce redux, one moon.

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