Hida Furukawa, Japan, Photo Shorts, Poetry

Wo(o/r)d – 3/10/18

I dream beneath a roof of words and wish that words could be as wood as solid products stacked to sell and ship. That hundreds come to gaze upon the joinery of sentences applaud the nail-less fittings of my words. That words could carry forth a scent of gold-green sap and mountain mist in every… Continue reading Wo(o/r)d – 3/10/18