wouldwind’s writs

Memories of us will be diffused

the seasons, the senses? Spring has taken her consensus upon us, dear Michigan, this one has spent me raw, full-on kaleidoscope!lurching (gloom to glint), the tent-on-lake a basket of bokeh and a pocketful of sand; the chill, and hard trill warble-sparks sneak past the old guard Heron spied through the dew

One!

We were taught, in essence, that there was no downside to Progress that Progress wouldn’t add-ress, which is a form of sick-ness in and of its self-ness. Pro-fessionally speaking, of course. We became a society organized and conquered by commerce, one commercial advertisement and credit card offer at a time. One choice, one chase, one purchase (now sub-scription) at a time. Meta-phorically speaking, of course.

The US permitted—sometimes quite literally—large and otherwise influential companies and developers to organize our cities, towns, communities, neighborhoods and families around the promise of employment or threat of leaving town.

Lust? A longing for lonesomeness, if I’m honest. I want it, but I don’t want to want it.

Those who hold the temporal upper hand are destined to betray someone.

Gravity, chemistry, radiation, location, time—these are concepts of will. As is peace.

Is there such a thing—

I dreamt of flowers that could literally kiss you,

enemies have to be imagined,

And the world really did just come down to cats and dogs, fighting each other, and each other again, if for no other reason than a yawning need to see fur fly.