and I among fields of speech,


a knight on a horse made of dirt.
a knight on a horse made of dirt.
My lungs are my poetry, my eyes a book, (Adonis, trans. Khaled Mattawa)
My lungs are my poetry, my eyes a book, (Adonis, trans. Khaled Mattawa)

3 responses to “and I among fields of speech,”

  1. first time i saw the west, i was stunned by seeing separate storms at the same time in several directions. you certainly captured separate rooms tonight, explosions of sun and lightning. i hate closing this computer, and that’s all your fault.

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