I dreamt we were wild once I saw us running the steeps We felt the wind, the way it only feels to the free things We knew it’s secret name, and how to call it to us how it came outpacing us and lifting us up and up. We were flying then, the wind pulling … Continue reading
In a house in the desert, there is a window out to the world. Everyday we press ourselves against it. Drunkenly smelling the scents carried by the arid air. Exalting in the sights this small vantage gives us. Shedding our skin on the wall, in a ritual exfoliation that may jettison us to transcendence. The physical pressing, … Continue reading
