Spit mixed with dirt – Muddy words flow
may sleep come soonin this great dark chasm of emptinesstogether, alonedimly aware of the spaces between uswhispers become brayingan ass with that same old songI wish I could say: this too shall passinstead I join in, a melody of my ownsame lips thougheven in… Continue Reading “An Untitled Poem to Start Out September, Apparently”
It was cold. Really cold. In fact, it hadn’t been over negative Fahrenheit for over a month, and it was only January. Winter lasts a long time in Alaska. It would be another two months before it would raise past single digits. Just a… Continue Reading “Video: 08 Jan 2020 Trickling Water Over Sea Ice”
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