RestlessSands

you come back hailing smoke and raining moss, hair unwilling and a little crazed - you are rifling through all the impossible questions making philosophy professors chairs creak - i can almost hear the pages slither past. you've been gone finding          yourself. all the chalk-tongued chatterers telling us This is how the world works are laying thick and clock sure -          you swipe at this wildly you are saying with the life in your eyes, study, study with me:          the raining

When I dream I dream of chess pieces turning to wood and stone after living long lives on whaling vessels in the very far north. A grizzled sea captain turning into a king. Where the reddest grasses of the north pressed and distorted under rivers of ice are thrumming into checkered zigzags. Crushed rose-tinted ice in the elm of these chess pieces, white in the eyes where they are glassy with memory of A rush the rush of a tidal wave, of leaves laden with smoke, of birds returning to a cliff face smokey with ice. Of a cigar crusty with sea foam, silhouettes in salt where the sun touches only, barely touches

1. oven -      cookies roosting 2. sour -      underappreciated blueberry 3. shy -      glacial corset 4. spiders faith -       webbed 5. skin suitcase -         carrion 6. salmon -      rose hips 7. without -      thin swallow 8. upside down -             I 9. leaving -      sky withdrawn 10. clay -      mug shapeshifter 11. sleepless -      nose count. 12. honestly dizzy -       leaves 13. text.ing -      paperback dreamer 14. dynamite soot -         coffee 15. limp horizontals -          rainbows 16. teething -      heel, need 17. beware unknown -         atomic 18. windless bitters -