Tag Archives: visions

envisioning winter

I want to find that place where visions approach the way wild deer take apple slices from gloved hands if they are hungry, and I am still.  Do visions come in winter?  I cannot hold winter; blood too warm to … Continue reading

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ghost story (conversation with trent)

I don’t think it’s me that haunts you– but maybe some idea of us half-formed threads a lightning heartbeat through your ears & flashes patterns in the corners of your vision almost seen but not there enough to touch I … Continue reading

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ghost story

I don’t think it’s me that haunts you– but maybe some idea of us half-formed threads a lightning heartbeat through your ears & flashes patterns in the corners of your vision almost seen but not there enough to touch

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properties

water is always more than itself.  here where the eye of the mind opens, if you allow it visions, this eye will speak symbols in meaning that requires no translation as bones know this language the head rejects water, here … Continue reading

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I went looking

I went looking for visions broken shale bruising soles barefoot, because skin needs to touch earth flatly when you hunt gods at least that is what the trees told me & I believe those roots

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