O Write: Marilynonaroll's Blog

shifting uneasily under

I am working on drying up the rain that puddles in my subconscious. I am working on sleeping

teasing out a future that wouldn’t be

and when you look back

When you turn around, starting here, lift this

past: spores, gills, fins. No roots or leaves. Then birds cloud the skies, giant animals

pressure change and distant noise

Performance of “Invisible Rivers” with Red Canna Trio

in a sudden strangeness

I hear that somber wail of a horn,

Not a soul you can tell has a notion

into a bottomless future, a cold ocean of absolute unknowing.