how you began: you are swallowed back into my womb as the pain of childbirth is swallowed back into the innocent anxiety that exists before experience you are reduced to a tiny seahorse but you could be the beginning of any creature: a bird a fish a salamander you are a metaphor for your own… Read more »

The Oblivion The moon was an orange globe as it sailed its burden of clouds over the spearhead silhouettes of treetops as it followed us along this ribbon of pavement that divides fields into patchwork (the road we travel being a thread in the oblivion of open pastures) In the warmth of the speeding car… Read more »