Spoken Word

Mouthful of Weather

A spoken-word piece built for rhythm, breath, and repetition.

SoundCloud placeholder
Audio reading will be embedded here.

Read the written poem

I woke with a mouthful of weather,
storm under the tongue,
bright pressure in the teeth.

Say cloud. Say bruise. Say morning.
Say the sky has not finished with us yet.

Notes: Intended as a performance piece with repeated phrases and room for breath.