Things swallow space/time

i am made of paper lines, bisecting and colliding like a scavenger Pieces of fire fill my mouth, my mouth of caves and thunder. unabashedly walking like circles of planes, fixed dots often scamper my periphery, holding the deluge of love holding a river of memories. Everything swallows itself- time / people / deaths /… Continue reading Things swallow space/time

Cryptic Space

    “There is a field- I will meet you there”- Rumi I know language of flowers and dandelions, the language of thorns and crooked stars silence resist in the topology of melting grass like the Colossus, I am lost in trepidation of white penumbra surrounding my teeth and distance between teeth All silent. hush…hush…my… Continue reading Cryptic Space