Muse
Presence. That is all. I come into your presence. As if from across the room, your silence conjures a songline, a susurration, pleasing the ear. Almost indolent atop the oaken base. You, creamed marble and … more…
Mystic
On the way to Boston, she thinks she will remember, later in the day, or after a passage of time, the full weight of that moment. Receding into darkening silences, what is captured will not reveal itself. Some … more…
Guernica
I dream in black and white, awakening to grey. It is the language of grief. Walking into the long room, standing before the canvas tall, wide, unending. This is where grief lives. I behold this hell and know … more…
Cities
I. Along Paseig de Gràcia, the swell and flow of feet surge, quick-silvered, a thousand shoes strike stones. The Tower of Babel has sprung to life, incarnated, a mosaic of tongues. II. Saint Eulalia encased in … more…