just holler, i’ll be here.

self-formed genre – call and response.

iphone captured looking and hearing, cover

poem count – 40/40

photo count – 0/40

editing phase – in book formatting.

publishing phase – at least a year out.

poem excerpt – a tree falls in the woods

“rotted and hollowed

brown vagabond gray

too tall to keep standing

one wrong wind

creeeeeeeaaakSNAP

they call you a windowmaker

and thankfully i have no widow to make

when a tree falls in the woods

it does make sound

for the whole ecosystem to hear.”

collection color – sunbright yellow.