Month: March 2021
Third week, 2020 D.C.* nw, lower case america
Today fear took hold of spaces between my inhales and exhales, pauses in the sway to learn how to give each breath a new name. I try to keep up because tomorrow, the sky—oh, that big big sky. —————— *During Corona
All at sea again.
from OCEAN RAIN All at sea again and now my hurricanes have brought down this ocean rain to bathe me again. My ship’s assail, can you hear its tender frame screaming from beneath the waves?-Ian McCulloch
Breathe
One brush stroke between each breath.