Month: March 2012

…because. A 12 x 9 x 2. ♥ Either Side of Silver Our words tangled over the distance, after they provided the set-up and we tried to deliver the punchline, but the joke was on us: distances aren’t bridged with slippery things like will. What I loved in those wintry days was the mere thought…

Ecco: a little Fibonacci-inspired syllabic poem – 3, 5, 8, 13 and back again – about getting stuck. the episode. metronome for days without shape, spent on the underside of my solipsistic wanderings, where the deep’s arrived at my door, where all good sense has sunk beneath the weight of time, ticking. A side note: back…