To look at the moon more often

Why write? he thought.
There’s enough ink on paper, already.

DWELLING, FINAL PART

we cannot understand ourselves as real
confused if we should come out, confused if we are the outcome, come out of what, the outcome of what, the outcome of coming out or coming out of the outcome of coming out

DWELLING, PART III

against the aggravating heat that is determined to flatten all activity

DWELLING, PART II

Circling in golden crops on the outskirts like an extraterrestrial trying to compete with the foot long centipede flexing its segmented back through the undergrowth wondering where all its lush humid playground has gone off to

DWELLING, PART I

‘…the earth cannot become a shelter unless it is unfolded, or disclosed, by human appropriation.’