top of page
WINDOWS
![KOH_0340 (2) 2.JPG](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9170b2_a219f98faa3646f8902d06b6e9fe8447~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_490,h_327,al_c,q_80,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01,enc_auto/9170b2_a219f98faa3646f8902d06b6e9fe8447~mv2.jpg)
Windows: Project
Windows: Music Player
Air is our cement.
Walls built with nothing but breath between the stones
lattice fields to wheatgrass diadems; window me
on steepled hills
land raised to a voice
so vast mountains are cobblestoned
& hair contrails, rummaging the wind for its lost
composure
The hem of my grandfathers mouth unspools
the path home in peat tendrils:
The kissing gates with the nettles sting in them
The styles like a step ladder into gorged ether
Where he met my grandmother
Sky starred with crows
A keloid of cottage in the distance; windows buttered-glow
- the homeothermy of my grandparents fireside Adref
a home I mispronounce
Windows: Text
Windows: Text
bottom of page