Yellow Line Flood

You can see the thin hallow hollow moon hanging in the distance. A distant smile, a white light reflection, at the beginning of fasting, at the beginning of another moon cycle. You expect to know nothing? Something. But nature reminds you, with the trees bending in the spring wind, that one branch hovering over the … Continue reading Yellow Line Flood

Feed the Birds

I was reading something by Tom Cox, whose writing makes me feel like there is a point to things and began thinking. That is to say, started to organize and categorize all the ideas and thoughts that one wakes up with. The feelings and scenes and characters that sink away, the crash landing from dreams … Continue reading Feed the Birds