air by air we soften rocks we across wetly in crook and shale choose chill thread by thread unself into ancient felt
Tamarack Fire, 2021 O ashfall, o char-choke o incineration-stink O gust-blown, o tempest-spread spotfire spotfire spotfire O silverblue
Come upon a meeting of children under the bright hood of raining ash and they are all white. Two redheads, two blondes, and finally,
We had been talking about how clear the water was, waist-deep and deeply satisfied to be inside my Great Lake as if I were