my 100,000 miles of veins
Category: forest
high winds
a falling branch crashes
my party of one
this must be the place
the black-throated green warbler
is whispering
more dead children
I go for a walk in rain
that should be snow
The tree caught in a tree cannot be untreed except by rot.
This is a proverb from some far-away land where the Peter principle does not apply, and only the least competent are entrusted with the most important jobs.
Christmas morning
all the trees graffitied
with fresh snow
Mountains so long and low
we forget after a while that they aren’t the horizon, that their trees don’t go on forever, that the sky is wider than we can know.
