Ann Forstie:
"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm"
Ann Forstie:
"I could be sailing on seizures of laughter"
Ann Forstie:
"Summer sky, stars are falling all along the injured coast"
Ann Forstie:
"The open palm of desire wants everything"
Ann Forstie:
"The sweetness in the air combined with the lightness in my head, and I heard the jungle breathing in the bamboo"