from Practice3.17 Back to the Mat/ Waxing Crescent/4.9 foot neap tide You’ll need a block, lots of patience, the open mind of a window cracked open, a dusk-colored curtain the opposite of drawn. You’ll want the tide reigning. A cairn … Continue reading→
They named me Water but I changed it to Better, and practiced my signature on my sister. They named her Air, but I changed it to Smaller: you can’t read yet you can’t climb yet you can’t you can’t you … Continue reading→
The Age of Aquarius Passed Long Ago: It is grey, and there is rain trickling down the foggy glass of each office window I look out of, pulling the rippled images of other buildings down like melted wax. Once upon … Continue reading→
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With each new season, she would come sweeping up the stairs like a current, carrying armfuls of impractical flotsam-- decorative elements forever upwelling from the cellar: the painted milk can bristling with moneyplants and rushes, the stoneware jugs run aground … Continue reading→