Natural Jazz

look out towards latticed crust forestry heaving upon the tide of heavy wind laced in crystalline distillate – how sorrowful their posture barren in midwinter dull and grey – fenced off by toasted oat reeds fibrous weeds flourishing amidst the desaturated landscape – at times i believe i’m searching for color – that if I…

The Sagacity of the Stream

i watched across the water on a bank lined with dying trees rotten roots reaching out beyond the sinking silt – sun bleached dried and eagerly seeking to sate in desperation a thirst unquenched – gnarled fingers poke like porous bones body tilts towards tumbling tide – there’s an island in the center stream receding…