Sunday, August 21, 2011

the power lines are breathing!








In, 









out.








In,









out.








In,








out.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Rhymes with sad





When I left you at the airport,
there were pigeons in the sky.
I don't know how it is they fly,
I don't know how to say goodbye.

Friday, August 5, 2011

false yellow







Wool was trying to keep the fences warm.









Her direction felt painted on.







Gravel was trying to get to the sea.









She kept thinking: where are you? what is it? why can't we? 







Everything red flagged the gravel instead.
















She feared the false yellow had gone to her head.