A Strong*r Kinship.


Small crisis upon small crisis, no slack to stand back and think about it in (as if by plan). Control is also a storm. But what would i say of tomorrow? Night horrors, gray dismay, dismal coming so of old bard warnings. And too: what our vision cannot know. Much.


wolf's pool · Tiw nidor
mint solos · salp march
toot wasp · sawtooth cramp
lasso lost Nimrod · inwit loops flow


   "Song

Naomi looks for her child
in the trees, in the leaves.
It is of fire, and has spirited her away.
Though sea-level rise to heart-level,
in the trees, in the leaves."

--Saint G*raud (Bill Knott), Th* Naomi Po*ms (1968)


On my victrola- P*nd*r*cki's St Luk* Passion