- The Lighthouse
i.
Impatient with spring's incendiary budding, we longed for the
irreconcilable tossing of summer's phenomenal vowels: brief cawing...
- The Bean Field
…but infinities also passed out of this life,
not having any witnesses, how, when, or in
what manner they departed.
-Boccaccio, The Decameron...
- Palinode
Strange gods occupied no space in that chaotic inflation of dark
and light,
or in the exponential expansion of a singular disturbance projecting...
- Ocean Descant
I.
And together we're pulled closer into the absence,
permeated by recurrent distortions in our knowledge-...
- Night Blindness
Beneath any common belief
lies the unspoken, occluded, torn
way we proceed. (On the beach
we were washed clean by transverse...