Piles
Tonight the lidless eye of the hunter’s moon stares through the window, painting my thoughts in cold silver. Outside the feral wind wrings the few remaining leaves and hurls them […]
Tag Archives: wind
What is the wind?
When I met her barely awake in her wheelchair — she asked me: “What is the wind?” I looked at her hands and noticed how small they’ve become — Once […]
Windflowers
How the wayward wind is let || to whirl your golden hair When not even moon can move you || I´m a mortal to your gaze You’re its raven — […]
How to face the wind
I still recall that December night, down by the pier: your body pressed; a weight against my boyish chest. Harbor waves were pounding granite piers your leg a nestling seeking […]
Ten directions of our wind
I. Billowed by its movement setting sail we paint with wind your hand, an ocean wave. II. Bending backwards like you meet my kiss the sapling meets the wind just […]
