2/24/2022

Craft

There are instructions

in that medieval book 

for carving ten 

thousand spearheads 

from one polished 

mirror.


[LSS, 2/24/22]


Beach Find


A guest at its own party,

breathing difficult, gills

tarnished by life spent 

infantilized by fear 

of the open ocean.


[LSS, 2/24/22]


Raptor Ridge


The destination we’ve chosen 

for tomorrow’s training hike 

and another chance to practice

our sky burial.


[LSS, 2/24/22]



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