it all keeps
going – this
not a chip
a belt
a cog this
we are not
machines
see? read
on screen
Tag Archives: winter solstice
no. 31
stitch a bit of holding pattern
a touch of fluff and flair
jet streams against the yule moon
likes of which only practiced fingers make
no. 28
solstice eve cloud cover illuminates
gentrifier tunnel vision looking through
the man passed out shoes off
hiding behind yesterday’s coffee cup