Saturday, September 27

iLearn!


some thoughts come at me like
infantry, when it is this my mind reclines
tilting slightly smiling, abrasive countereaction:
there are native memories in my mind
that i sense at a hazy distance
that i may go to meet up close,
and i think the same way
of the loss of culture.



behind the windsheild i sit in the passengers seat and navigate.

click here to speak to me.

cats to my fish