Hot sand burned my feet as I walked to the sea. Burying the pole of the umbrella I sat under its shadow elongating. People cooled in the...

A reconciliation hangs between the trough and crest. Lacking weight or height or breadth or depth. As the light upon the starling’s wings...

Dark waters move. Silted clouds guide the way to delineate the current and evoke the direction. How is it that we do not see do not...

underground the dirt surrounds my burrow