ghosts becoming
I let them go. I flail them in.
Author: windstrewn
Average Dude. Sometimes, I Write.
that is the way
…through any forest…
cliff-song
This song migrated from her playlist to mine, like a wish-feathered feeling she owns…
throwback 09.13.2020: empty
a waking reflection…
RWND/02.28.2017: again and when
The wind, her meaning was not to grieve…
bottom of the third
Crucial for creativity…
tetelestai
A push from 2017…
fault lines
It doesn’t take a cosmic seismologist…
wink by wink
…wake after wake
grand prix
Red dirt introspections…
answer-more
So, hell yes, I’m years-long-sore…
cloudy with a chance
The un-revelling of who we once-dancing-were…
fickle moon
I’m not done for what’s glorious…
mount melanchol
My heart’s become gaunt of fate, my traipsing twisted.
counting dimes
Save another war…
cinder-kid
I’ve been a renter ever since…
random day 2: blue
A warm blanket in the bathroom…
book of john
Who, on earth, are we?
random day 1: begin to know
Forgive that you grow—
air and water, at least
…could you escape this world?
second stone
Distant, maybe lost, or at unrest, at least…
wasn’t that fun?
Finger-braids and white-knuckle lust…
WINDSTREWN 