Month: March 2014

  • Falling

    , as one does.  Because one does.  Movement toward the larger, compulsory, losing grip.  Compulsive.  A whirling in the ear belies, the eyes know only sky and sand.  We wring and rage, plummet toward the carpet, shriek in the late night streets.  Precipitation breaks the fall just as it instigates the spring.  And where the […]