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    • Coming together

    • Artistic collaboration
    • Coming together syllables of sound a structured matter accidental but essential like crystals on the wall growing without direction.
    • End of the unified field

    • Artistic collaboration
    • what should I know to save you that I do not know . . . ? — Jorie Graham, “The Dream of the Unified Field” I. Instead of winter, a cache of ashes, my grandfather threshed then yielded to air. I’ll say graupel, when I mean I’ve spooned...
    • Frostbite

    • Artistic collaboration
    • It starts in the tips of the finger Nipping the phalanges Like a needle piercing parched skin. The frost numbs with a staccato beating Of a drum that has no distinct rhythm. It feels like static from the TV screen has bombarded The inner skin,...
    • Frozen disposition

    • Artistic collaboration
    • There is a voice which lulls these grasses to sleep. As soft white clouds of snow blanket the once green fertile Dakota plain. A silence that can only be found at this time of year; constant tranquility for all who venture. All the world seems to...
    • How to be a survivor

    • Artistic collaboration
    • Understand it’s not about coming out unscathed. Look to the gingko. A living fossil, it’s been through more than we can dream of with our rootless feet. Our leafless limbs. Six gingko trees survived the bombs sent to fell Hiroshima, stood under...
    • Spirit of

    • Artistic collaboration
    • I. Not the line, but the spirit of the line. The way the jaw hangs open, snaps shut. How the tongue sits there, waiting. The fierce bright fur. The shaded snout. When the eyes stare back, fireworks carved into ready rock. Teeth patient, waiting....
    • Under a pixie spell

    • Artistic collaboration
    • A ring of rotten crowns my head, holding within a crowd of necromanced fairies, dancing among the living dead They feed me candies of a bewitched sort, and fill my cup with harsh liquiors to keep me clumsy, easier to control. I miss the way it used...
    • Wings

    • Artistic collaboration
    • I was afraid of flying until you offered me a place beneath your wings From there, oh! Did we ascend to great heights. We danced amongst the clouds, twirling throughout the sunset. The music of the stars was ours, and ours alone. The moon shone...
    • Woman in her studio

    • Artistic collaboration
    • I see her in every girl with yellow hair. I blame you for this precocious eye. I look again even though she isn’t remarkable. I hide between these spackled walls. And try to see, what you see, in this “woman of would”. I wear your approval...

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