we spill over, soul peninsulas… “the bottleneck of the signifier” bursts… so otherly, what of me shimmers. may everyone swim. … More
as I turn the phrase in a skyless place, “tidal waves” kind of comes close to resonance with this wordless … More
It’s a kind of figure-ground reversal, how the here-ness of a tidepool thickens.
above the expressway rubble, motorbuzz and junktrails, we lean in spirit towards the water’s bending rush. you write the rhythmic … More
words swarm the dreaded curve, this knowledge gyre, noise and numbers, oh my head. a gull drops an oyster coolly, … More
along the pawtuxet river, warwick or maybe cranston, rhode island