wouldwind’s writs

and wee whyKnots | also a disconcerting number of squirrels

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Though I have optimism and sorrow in equal measure, I find hidden levity and light in working words around the wind in our hair and that stupid tree root you keep tripping over.

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The destiny of fear has a terminus. The future of hope? Continuous.

[wouldwind]

Book cover | Couverture de livre

for Matthew

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Drying Puddle could be the title of my autobiography.

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Memories of us will be diffused

Memories of us will diffuse

Memories of us have diffused;

memories of us are diffusing.

Fellowship is in the coalescences,

dark pride and love bright

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Les souvenirs de nous seront diffusés

Les souvenirs de nous vont se répandre

Les souvenirs de nous se sont répandus ;

les souvenirs de nous se répandent.

La bourse est dans la coalescences,

fierté sombre et amour brillant

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the seasons, the senses? Spring has taken her consensus upon us, dear Michigan, this one has spent me raw, full-on kaleidoscope!lurching (gloom to glint), the tent-on-lake a basket of bokeh and a pocketful of sand; the chill, and hard trill warble-sparks sneak past the old guard Heron spied through the dew

~paintings that fell from the sky and washed ashore

25 april ‘26

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One!

Must have purpose—

Or reduce to fractions,

fragments really (Spoilers: for sale or rent)

How much of evidential human history has already been destroyed by discoverers riding a different narrative into a petty sunset of burnt sienna and cold cave fear

fragments, really ~ww

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Zero transparency = Ugly results

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We were taught, in essence, that there was no downside to Progress that Progress wouldn’t add-ress, which is a form of sick-ness in and of its self-ness. Pro-fessionally speaking, of course. We became a society organized and conquered by commerce, one commercial advertisement and credit card offer at a time. One choice, one chase, one purchase (now sub-scription) at a time. Meta-phorically speaking, of course.

Life is Not a Race, 31 Dec. ‘25

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The US permitted—sometimes quite literally—large and otherwise influential companies and developers to organize our cities, towns, communities, neighborhoods and families around the promise of employment or threat of leaving town.

That is an organized religion.

~ww Flint, Michigan

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Lust? A longing for lonesomeness, if I’m honest. I want it, but I don’t want to want it.

La luxure ? Un désir de solitude, si je suis honnête. Je le veux, mais je ne veux pas le vouloir.

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Those who hold the temporal upper hand are destined to betray someone.

Those that lay in the shade of trees,

together in sunshine dappled and forever,

Reunited.

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Gravity, chemistry, radiation, location, time—these are concepts of will. As is peace.

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philosophy seems much ado about an unfinished sentence, or so one would be led to

…

Any point in space is Ill-defined.

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I have my father’s exoskeleton and my mother’s guts.

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Is there such a thing—

A beauty too severe?

Impatience.

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I dreamt of flowers that could literally kiss you,

Bred for sensuousness and container ship travel,

Screaming in pain on the inside,

Like a brain wired for one life

But living two.

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enemies have to be imagined,

then created,

then Othered from within

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And the world really did just come down to cats and dogs, fighting each other, and each other again, if for no other reason than a yawning need to see fur fly.

Now and Again (hand on the coil burner game—a psychopathy)

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Et le monde est vraiment descendu aux chats et aux chiens, se battant les uns contre les autres, et les uns les autres à nouveau, ne serait-ce que pour un besoin de voir la fourrure voler.

De Plus en Plus (main sur le jeu du brûleur à bobines - une psychopathie)

~ww | 22.10.’25