
Heart roots
Blood feathers
How the ground
cooks our souls
and makes them palatable
for the wind.
Sour and sweet
Our toes
planted into
the green hair
of the land.



















































































































Heart roots
Blood feathers
How the ground
cooks our souls
and makes them palatable
for the wind.
Sour and sweet
Our toes
planted into
the green hair
of the land.

















































































































