words without thoughts

emails and babies

darker still

burn, drip

crackle

days old wreckage, buried under snow

all roads lead to Phil [Elverum]

reasons for speaking

rewording

small town doomsayer

my own ritual body

immaterial compost

well

where i want to be

blate loomer

rose glasses, rain, roads often driven

norm, form

clunk

adhesive

the world in me

me in the world