Now, I’m just one walker that’s stood way up and looked way down across plenty o’ sights in all their veiled and nakedest seasons. Sighting it, hearing it, seeing and feeling and breathing it in. Sucking down on it. Rubbing it all in the pores of my skin, and the wind between my eyes knocking honey in my comb.
A short-short I wrote in college, “Love Battles,” is now available for your listening pleasure (or intense distaste, whatevs) at the Bound Off short story podcast.
— Yoko Ono