In which Silence Commands Space
What weakness is this?
The Past is an Unrecognised Dream
After Primo told me how to feel
Between Leaving and Going
Phone Calls on Mountains
Have we become the flailing fish?
The Poetics of Self-Help, published in IAAC
Empty Room, It's Kind of Hard to Explain: Deep Dive
During the silence
I talked less
The earth transformed its steady incline,
The river we called home, dried
Ripples on its surface, died.
As our fingers clenched the air
touching one another's spirit
the picture remained, inactive
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