12.3.14

the glow of the collective body  holds the sorrow known as 'all we keep forgetting'  waxing vowels of rising ache make their way from our throats break the surface, float in the wake of it.

the glow of the collective body
holds the sorrow known as
‘all we keep forgetting’
waxing vowels of rising ache
make their way from our throats
break the surface,
float in the wake of it.

kf | backyard, Bethlehem, NH

Listing on her cloud the knowing moon seduces both the lonely pines

Listing on her cloud
the knowing moon seduces
both the lonely pines

kc | parking lot, Amherst, MA

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