I love expectation // beauty subsumed
As they headed back into town in Smiley’s pickup, she could only feel like they had all done something wrong, something to be ashamed of. Something they could never talk about again.
When you greeted each other / your palms / like embers in cigarette stubs / red and hot / showed from your sleeves
excuse me this chambray tie / this cummerbund, these plain chops, / these dull lips. I’ve no guilt for gild's sake.
"I've always been interested in the invisible poem. When a poem is finished, what is the undercurrent? What is it still trying to say?"
A man found a door and hung it on the wall.
I think he thought in rectangles, each day's bright panel pushed one against the next, a calendar of light.…
By recreating the past, I do not mean going back in a sentimental nostalgic way, but by rebellion and opposition to a world in which we see more and more borders, and walls.
To “stet” is the act of making a textual change and then changing it back and so on and so forth. In the spirit of “stetting,” Stet also acts as…
“When I built my first stretcher, it was like finding a big surprise. It let me reinforce what I had been doing with painting, which was playing around…