It was a blue without end an opening greater than the sky a place I touched sand and rocks I walked on its where I could run when running away to hide in plain sight while all other sounds were blocked out except the waves I was a spot on … More GREATER THAN ME
A muddy river, thick with silt, half trees and trash, flows slowly past the city, slipping under bridges, competing with barges, rolling through like in dreams when you feel your running underwater. Docks and spits of land reach out at the passing debris; bulldogs inspecting their next meal. Stone legs from a train overpass push … More POUNDING WATER
Roger Singer 