Water falls in intimate, clinging caresses, shape shifting to cover each surface like words so you don’t notice how heavy it is when lying pooled and still read more »
When I was a kid I didn’t think there was anything there where air reigns, just the space between shapes and lives. I didn’t think space mattered. read more »
There’s no dirt like earth, no rubitinyourfingers richness that will grow me a green tree, no other matrix of microbe, mouldered leaf and stone, read more »
