Note by W.S. Merwin

Remember how the naked soul
comes to language and at once knows
loss and distance and believing

then for a time it will not run
with its old freedom
like a light innocent of measure
but will hearken to how
one story becomes another
and will try to hear where
they have emerged from
and where they are heading
as though they were its own legend
running before the words and beyond them
naked and never looking back

through the noise of questions

by- W.S. Merwin

even mermaids like lechon

catch a dangling line

Third Age

pink womb

omission of regenerated wings

dark vacuum

Exaltation

Mugwort infusion cleanse

End of the lizard king

we all fall down

fromhere

forgotten tribes in hyperspace

going round

courtesy flush reject

grandma's skull

Splashes of tiny unmoving spots

Line paper

Plus Minotaure

Mustache wearing, lavender filled triangle man

For Kim Kim on her 23 years of sharing light.

pumpkin spice

the difference

you shake my seahorse like a pompom

invisible ink

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