the wind

hoooo-oooo hoo-aaaa the wind hoo-ooo-aaaa is here blustering the trees around filling every cavity every tiny gap between the tiles that rattle all across the roof hoooo-oooo hoo-aaaa a forceful wind not singing gentle wee-oo-oo’s but pushing shoving raising clouds topsoil brown swirls hoo-ooo-aaaa through the sky the wind hoooo-oooo hoo-aaaa is here ~

a bag of nothing

a plastic bag held nothing but wind now it holds nothing at all for the wind blew and blew and the bag well ... you might say the wind is no substance you might say the wind has no form but wait when it blows like it blew the bag filled filled and tore until … Continue reading a bag of nothing