sex, / having outlived every threat, will gratify / only the mind, which is where it will exist t.k. smith sun split like spun the water drives a wedge / of iron through the iron edge ac- cident—lack m. moore lure no thing. it will leave you stunned. g. calvocoressi

yesterday I talked to trees tall and contemplative warm between bark wide grey mist-eating shadowy moss cloaked twins smooth red and smiling

I do something wonderful to you 君なにか素敵する 僕なにか素敵する You do something wonderful to me I do something wonderful to you To me To you To me To you You do something wonderful to me I do something wonderful to you 君なにか素敵する 僕なにか素敵する You do something wonderful to me I do something wonderfu...

you speak of me like water speaks to skin~ slow, sure, and everywhere at once. but truthfully, it’s you who stills the wind inside my chest. there’s laughter in your silence that i’ve learned to hear, a calm that walks ahead of you before you’ve even spoken. and...

The honey’d Sunday quiet The yellow evening dusk and cool The yawning sun though trees Oh my god small moon Let me be slowly alive. FI, 6/1/25

the blinds flow in the breeze; light whispers and wiggles and swells, in and out