Yoda

I was just sucking Yoda's green hairy toes when I really should've been doing something else

East Central Indiana

I read East Central Indiana by Daniel Bailey. It blew my mind, it felt like 'art', it felt new, it was a new kind of experience both joyful and sorrowful. It should be published as a book. It's the kind of thing I'll go back and read again.

Raincloud

I can touch a raincloud
The rainclouds live at the top of the mountain
All the clouds are pissed off with me
Mumbling like cucumbers
Or Italian bees
Talking flowers with squidgy faces
A bee playing a guitar
Swimming through the air
Ashamed in the slow hours
A paper cloud passing
A super severe light