an ill wind

flood (haiku)

caught in an ill wind
gazing at the dark ceiling
waiting for the flood

What I’m Reading:

“These hours named sleep, this necessary dark territory we enter alone, is a more startling spell than I can describe.”

— Ben Shattuck / Six Walks: In the Footsteps of Henry David Thoreau

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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