word hive: updated : 02.12.05

in this region of steamy swerve i swear and wear my shirt backwards like a straight jacket in bed at three a.m with little light and write to just a faint glow and a sound that tries to help from years ago.

blackbird falls new

in the wind (poem)

in the woods (prose)

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