Asemic Greetings – a correspondence

Gradually from astronomy to the forest –

Joe’s border,

Slumbering clouds.

The garden becomes cold in late November.



The simplest maintenance of surreal Tam-o’-shanter bairn people – cookies and winged eels.

The brakes blackened with ivy vines of thin closed small parts,

an occurrence of freshwater screams –

collapsing asteroids accompanies the penetration,

the heart mends after the winter storm.