12/3/13

they spoke of hoofbeats
the thundering run of blood
through thread-like veins
but I heard spaceships, static
and echos, a voice miles away

12/2/13

hello scotoma
strange curving beast, back bent
and blown with white light
pull tight to the cornea
mark my vision with claw prints

12/1/13

the whistle of snow
dead grass trapped between the freeze
and thaw of autumn
I stir, nose my burrow mouth,
emerge in a new landscape