Fondly Remembering Branches
· poetry
The crows fly with their own reasons While we numbly watch the passing seasons It hurts less like a kick...
The crows fly with their own reasons While we numbly watch the passing seasons It hurts less like a kick...

I’m just living for a good story to tell Opening doors, mending a fence Settling scores of places and debts...

Live oaks endure Torrents soak the earth Some rain must fall If we are to be sure Cicada throb...

Look at it Just look at it all A train wreck manglement I’d like to speak to a manager Yes,...

White out in front of me Blinded by the light Billions of photons aimed right at my face It should...
I’m detecting a hint of razzmatazz The way I understand it—nobody likes the truth—but I think it’s lovely. Quantum superposition...