We are insubstantiallike the legs of waterbirdsholding the weight of our own hollow bonesand micro-plastic blood. on the edge of flight on the edge of extinction Believing in our solidity,existing as a reflectionin a ripple of cold water. April 5,…
The dreams began with the old womantucked in her cryo-chamber,a botanist from another time altogether. Dreams of young green tendrils wrappingaround her chilled wrists and ankles whileshe slept the iridescent sleep of the edge of galaxies. The dreams spread to…
it’s just a flit flutter flirt wings beatingin a chestit’s just a sip of a nectar floral center yellow pink purple red color explosions behind eyelids swerve dip whisper feather soft touchit’s just a flit flutter flirtof a hummingbird heartApril…
