phantom drip

people we feel like we knew

with my boots on

good news, inside / outside, tech layer

love and center of gravity

no reference, no better

discern

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