Written by OhhhwillowSeptember 18, 2017September 29, 2017

II. Passing Tracks

Premise: we are thriving off the lives that criss-cross around us, leaving paper trails.

Written by OhhhwillowSeptember 8, 2017September 18, 2017

Carrion

The glory in mortality

Written by OhhhwillowAugust 4, 2017October 22, 2017

Sea Salt

Sense is the seeing, believing, the touching, tasting, the being

Written by OhhhwillowJuly 5, 2017August 17, 2017

Green Hips

The slopes that rise and fall With our breath between them Are a sihloutte of green hips On the horizon: Suspended across the skies In an effortless sprawl, They are wild thighs To the wondering mind As a pen is to paper The incarnation of daydreams.

Written by OhhhwillowMay 22, 2017June 18, 2017

Salt Tongue

We pepper our words for the common feast

Written by OhhhwillowMay 6, 2017September 1, 2017

I. Paper Trail

Did you ever take a breath to inhale the harmony of 200 hearts in transit, beating between old-beninngings and new-ends?

Written by OhhhwillowApril 30, 2017August 22, 2017

Stems // Skylines

Matter born of mind is never strictly unnatural