Ard-bwrbwynt-jahz-an-flstyn -

Flstyn. (Let your tongue go slack at the end. Let it trail into silence.)

When I whisper ard , I am in a field, holding a plough that cuts through bedrock. When I stutter bwrbwynt , I am standing in a gale that tastes of rust and honeysuckle. Jahz forces me to confront beauty that has decayed but refuses to die—a saxophone player with tuberculosis playing one last note for a room full of ghosts. An is the pause where you realize you are not alone. And flstyn … flstyn is the ground giving way. ard-bwrbwynt-jahz-an-flstyn

There are sounds that precede meaning. There are words that do not translate, but transmute . Flstyn

What did you see? A coastline after a flood? A child’s toy melting on a radiator? A door that has no handle, but is slowly opening? When I stutter bwrbwynt , I am standing