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Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Fruiting Bodies
Direct link: https://youtu.be/B47jC2hl2e0 Fruiting Bodies is writing begun during lockdown and stay-at-home orders. When you are alone, yo...
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"I'd dance to death to evoke it." "Who in me writes?" It was a rich, varied poetry evening where we read, talked ...
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June 20, 2020 Today I am silent. Between The Book of Night Women , by Marlon James, and the ballet dancer, Sergei Polunin, who I watch on Yo... -
A preliminary sketch that I hope to work on in the coming days. Photo with electric light during a dark thunderstorm. Self-portrait, stick a...
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