It is growth, then decay, then transformation.

James Abbott McNeill WhistlerNocturne in Black and Gold – The Falling Rocket, 1877



Just where the grass
meets the woods
an old rabbit hutch
has fallen over.

Nothing inside it now
but the whistle
of the southbound train.

- Teddy Macker

Deleted my Twitter account…

Just thought I’d let you guys know!