glacial ablation since ages vaporous trends what roils below eye level fathoms of cold calved and churned the disappeared traveler transformed from one solid state to empty space
another departure sand storm and winds change on every horizon slow forward let go let us go lets go toward somewhere else trudge or gallop fasten memory to message onward into story
“The innumerable ancestors who merge within me.”– Jorge Luis Borges a helix of familiarity resonatesabout our set jaws, dark hooded lidsof inner-lit eyes, wild broad smiles we grant an ironic twistan awkward gaitthe smell of Read more…
ideas brew, percolate, steep but when I sit down to write the long imagined playthe characters move slowly from their platform of ruined columns refuse to speak as they shift compliantly into Scene 1 I do not Read more…