violence, standing

shouting into

it’s not about you ( or me )

becoming food for fungi

demonarchy

the beginning is not the beginning

the end is not the end

banal , evil

trailer parks in heaven

shifting rainfall

indexes

spiritual connections with geese and other things

observe like i used to

early autumn morning air

ceremony, collision

hours burnt coffee

risers

days that mark the passing years

the lingering smell of slaughter in the city

material