wood grain : Writing

Inner tube

Inner tube

A Poem by wood grain


I can feel the sunlight through the walls The feeling of light and drowsy Closed eyes floating a sunlit ocean inner tube Balmy heat of equatorial P..
Security system

Security system

A Poem by wood grain


a security system symptom of systemic failure becoming accustomed to wasting these new days of sun quarreling indoors or in bed alo..
My arms are a field of burial mounds

My arms are a field of burial mounds

A Poem by wood grain


Owl-fingered, greasy Beaked, my feet are Spools of blue ribbon, My feet and hands visceral Cells, stone-flesh, semi- Translucent, my hi..
International Rose Test Garden

International Rose Test Garden

A Poem by wood grain


There is silence and solar wind in the International Rose Test GardenThe sun hung heavy and yellow Warm, diffused, as if through mosquito nett..
A memory of an eruption I did not witness

A memory of an eruption I did not witness

A Poem by wood grain


bridge with the great view of Mt. St. Helens but here it was probably all smoke and I was just a child then and my parents friends nam..