wind is in the trees awake with eternity time is on its knees

wind is in the trees awake with eternity time is on its knees

been slowly crafting this space for poetry that flows through the network format agnostic + open to submissions, whatever speaks to you or to others 🫂

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 brick bound earth The symphonic sun-rapt trees The wind rising dark Dusk’d violet evening. FI, 4/4/25

I am the cold moonlight I am blistered by desire I am the sound of water The teardrop of spring One green leaf Darling earth and friends Come to me. 3/14/25, FI

more than nothing i am something

The cup of entropy The wry green insights The whisper’d kindred laugh A hand held firm 3/7/25, FI

The harmonious veil The well of sun blue wind The internal weather River 3/7/25, FI

Getting older and softer a tide-like moon the raspberry sunset when spring arrives runneth over the cup of my dreams. 3/1/25, FI

in love with the world rn… parts of it at least

The coffee’d morning The midnight ocean The water light of winter Flight 1/30/25, FI

The long low pull of quiet The iris touch of afternoon The diamond cold Home 12/26/24, FI

network protagonist network paintbrush network parachute network parasite network pottery network poetry network party network pear network pug network pi network p

ego expand till its got no room lifestyles munching the sticks can feel the room breathing

i thought about floating. and so i jumped. held my breath, bounced to the ceiling. i never learned to get down. im afraid of falling and scared to die.

The startling opacity The song mind The tide of rest Kiss 12/8/24, FI

The gaze dour and divine The eyebrow of antiquity The smooth moon at midnight Winter 12/6/24, FI