Introduction

Hi, folks. I'll be posting stuff as it comes to me. Check often because stuff comes to me all the time. I'll go on and put a few things here to show ya what I mean, and then...you know the rest. kf

Underwater

In the years I lived underwater,

I feared crabs more than spiders.

Often I would wake to see

my shoes hermit away, little

shells left by where they were.

Now I live in a box of corners & shades.

My shoes remain stationary in sleep,

but sometimes grow webbed in the toe.

Where the division of light & darkness is

so distinct, it frightens me to worry the morning.

Everything here is surrounded by air.

It offers little resistance or buoyancy. I feel

like a pearl diver unable to come up.

My only hope is that

birds are the fish of heaven.