I keep thinking about a recent essay in Popula by Danuta Hinc, “Beneath the Black Rocks,” where she writes about her mother’s death — and how she just left. I think of the underground mountain, how it expands towards the center of the earth, how it pushes deep into the waves towards the horizon, andContinue reading “iGoodbye”
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What Time Looks Like
I love how Terry Pitts, the writer on the blog Vertigo, writes about time: The cinematic version of time passing, which often shows a succession of calendar pages disappearing off the screen, blown away by the breeze, was never how I understood time. For me, it’s the constant repetition, the endless mimetic motion of theContinue reading “What Time Looks Like”
Creating With Less
Three bursts of pandemic poetry, courtesy of word magnets.