Title: Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red
A gust of night pushed its way in the door and everyone inside wavered once like stalks in a field then resumed their talk.
December 3, 2017and when people flock into each other, we achieve action and block out the sun. What is it, anyway, to look? It is to vanish some parts to a hum.
September 17, 2017
California, October 2016
title: Heather Christle, Some Combinations
Under the blazing sun, when the landscape is on fire, the traveler crosses the stream on a very narrow bridge, before a dark hole where the trees line the water that falls asleep in the afternoon. And, against the trembling background of the woods, the motionless man.
September 14, 2017
Joshua Tree, CA July 2017
Title: Pierre Reverdy, Afternoon, Translated by Lydia Davis
into the first blue currents and cold navigation of everything awake.
September 10, 2017
Waving in a language we wouldn’t Understand
September 10, 2017
We are all and only our distances And when we touch that is what we touch. Our messy shelves. Our sullen privations And overabundance of lemons.
November 7, 2016
Welcome home lovebirds
October 27, 2016
title: Jim Dine
