fooferstree
Order to feel calm. I am that sort of person. I collect things. I line them up. All my books are in alphabetical order. The line runs back to birth. I am amazed at the things I keep myself from knowing.
Theory and resolution. Some kind of golden ratio. The numbers eat each other. The frond of the fern will pull out to you and wrap its spindly leaves around your wrist.
Theory and resolution. Some kind of spiral. The frond of the fern will pull out to you and wrap its spindly leaves around your wrist.
Found in Michigan, two thousand years old. Nothing will bring him back. Nothing will break as long as the spiral burns.
When my father died he burned. No one told me where they scattered his ashes. They placed his urn on top of a purple velvet cloth. When I asked, why purple, they said it was a color people found soothing. And I agreed.
The brown world blew fat with blue. My brother stole our car. He drove to the ocean. My life bloated out into the sea. Someone saw the gulls come in with fish in their beaks. The palm trees sleep.