types of poetry?
is that idea insanity?
does a net catch breath?


nobody ever
gets me maybe because i
don’t get them at all
and this not true not true not
whatever please breakthrough please
let’s get together
set love free

Cairn, 2019: burnt

i have not listened to the soil’s breathy gossip
since the oven crusted me

i have not had the field’s weeds’ wonder still me
since . . .

continued here

tell me when

tell me when
just when
social masks
aren’t needed

tell me when
just when
the wind in the grass
is heeded

(c) A. H / K. H-H (21/5/18)