For breakfast I eat up my vowels, my a e i o u, to which I add from consonants a fricative or two;
After that I move my bowels then write as poets do, and frequently am quite surprised to feel a trill come through.

Saturday, 2 April 2011


a thousand prayers
from valley folds and mountains
flocks of paper cranes

A little bit of Turkish: dağ (mountain)
Tavşan dağa küsmüş, dağın haberi olmamış.
The rabbit pouted at the mountain, the mountain didn't notice.

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