Friday, November 14, 2014

Snow track austerity
Tree line fractal
White ground without figure
Sutured to the void
no aura

also posit mechanical manifolds and creases on nature
and starblazened vital roots that spiral and spiral
and world-ending gaps in their tiny ecstasies
and forest loam, thick, and mushroom smells under leaves
they also posit that

--A fall hermit

Monday, November 10, 2014

An Ode to the Weekend

This spot is warm,
Aided by my ailing computer
Whirring furiously 
To complete commands

This spot is cozy,
Covered in fuzzy blanket
Flannel sheets
And aged comforter

This spot is best
For studying
Sleeping
Curling
Cuddling
Dreaming

This spot is my bed. 


-A Homebody Hermit