i am a fish. The air is water-- perfectly adjusted fish tank temperature. I take big gulps as i walk upstream.

Leah Oct 19

We take a moment of silence to all compose text poems at my meeting. The ring tones symphony.

Leah Oct. 19

it all looks faux finished this year. Someone hand dyed paper leaf cutouts and placed them on the sidewalks.

Leah Oct 30 5:29 pm

I've seen his face three times today, but as we walk towards each other, i remember that he is in nebraska.

Leah Oct 30, 5:28 pm

This man fro the army corps of friendly passengers engineered conversation while offering a swollen arm in turbulent heights. He was west coast country, saved his empty coffee cup to refill with moist black tar. Seeing together the world through rounded windows, we traveled beyond the traytables. We were offroading, if you know what I mean.

Sylva Sep 4, 12:41 pm

The tangerine moon swings from the sycamore sky, bobbing behind mountains and dipping low onto the pale salt flats, gliding down as smooth as tequila, until I can see nothing but red tail lights and the dazzling piles of crystal reflecting the Morton salt factory lights. Aspiring mountains, they wait- like me- to be boxed in cardboard and sent out into the world.

Sylva Sep 6, 8:56 pm

Once my teapot grew slime mold. It formed mounds viscous and low, like squid tentacle. Tehy clung to the steel with the force of a swaddling dove.

Sylva Sep 10, 11:25 pm