
full moon
over Fishtail Mountain-
breath swirls in cold air.

full moon
over Fishtail Mountain-
breath swirls in cold air.





flip two letters
and prohibition becomes
invitation.
What personal belongings do you hold most dear?
My body. 100%. Nothing else is in the ballpark.
Do you have any collections?
Experience.
What is the legacy you want to leave behind?
When my body dies, I see no reason to not let my ego die as well. Trying to do otherwise just seems like a futile plot to keep my snowman upright through July.
How do you feel about cold weather?
Generally, cold. On rare occasion, numb.
Have you ever broken a bone?
In my own body or someone else’s? The question is terribly unclear. (I guess, if the latter, WordPress is a more savage community than I’d assumed.)

red blossoms
in the understory,
briefly catch the sun.