Salt ∴

April 4, 2016

a few grand names have sprinkled beautiful words about you . not me i want the taste the feel against …

Los vientos sin nombre

March 4, 2016

La ventana está borrosa. Me senté a tomar un chai masala, a leer… … pero el palizón salado contra muro …

January 12, 2016

January 10, 2016

January 1, 2016

El aire tejido puede gestar diferentes sonidos. El de ahora suena a cueva. Tejido de madrugada por dos niños (uno, …

October 8, 2015

Three masses of gas are suspended over the riverlake. The trunks, underneath, rub and rub. I’m in a floating house. …

September 20, 2015

[Knitting mist]

September 8, 2015

Moonlight pee. The faeries are asleep. Inky leaves and silver mud, crunch, under our feet. We talk about being …