745: the world asks to be seen

newsreels deliver destruction catastrophe and it is there the suffering and the loss I do not turn my face away but also we see only as far as our sight line for reason the crystal bedecked branches twinkling in the street light morning’s...

744: the world asks to be seen

the tarp covers the car billowing the scooter motors by puttering the bird rises from the wire flitting the dog lies in the soft earthen umber delighting I watch and see it all enthralled

743: the world asks to be seen

I used an ax chopped right through the head of it down to the guts large chunks and small bits flew away across the landscape ah winter you have a grip on us should I listen stay inside and let the ice hold me safe within these...