language- listening - bog(ing)

we hum in the bog, a nearby permafrost site

we are taking samples to make sense of the soil

through paper flowers

winter is coming, up north

the equinox requires us to think of the planet

the northern lights bring out the unafraid fox

we keep reading to each other

in an intimate conspiracy

trying to hold together the unevenness, the generations and cracks in our pasts

a form of dissonance training

to overcome the incapacitation

that has befallen us

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[2026]