the tablets of my tribesmen taught me: truth is buried deep, and shallow is the shoveler who lays down to wail and weep when his digging into destin[ed]a[c]tion strikes a stubborn stone; the bold barehearted know that even boulders break before their…
we–i won’t forget–were walking waist-deep in wild grass. “this is what i get,” i was complaining, “for coming with you, cutting class.” (before this day i thought all fields were filled with ticks.) when i caught up to where she crouched, she…
time is red; now’s trap, ever of “a is, or b”, made man level redder’s tenet–not toc nor tic. Eris eddied under it, lit, ’til tired, nude, i’d desire citron cotton, tenet’s redder level, named ambrosia for eve part’s wonders i emit.
sea–a watery body, a span of waves and storms. lion–a mane[lan]d monarch, sta[l]king out the spots the sunlight warms. what chimericonjuration of a creature could this be? could some such solar swimmer make savannah of the salted sea? salt! must be the…