L.L. has just gotten up to eat a piece of gelatin—approximately five grams worth—off the floor. It’s not something she gives much thought to and, as she runs her tongue over her gums to remove the cru...
Light is never a metaphor I read from Charles Wright. I feel that we should learn how "to listen" to silence. And, yes, Charles Wright is a gnostic poet. Reality is revealed to us with no intermediari...
White silence, absent birds. / Treetops blowing in the clouds / wound the landscape’s rhythm.