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Place of Wild Onions for Dave, Amy and Eli Pavelich
an arm, and a cloud for the flower of your daylight irrigations, the noise arrives in this weak and fast extinction it cannot fall for the seed of your morning memory, and the war floats our beginnings as we want to know the freedom of our solitary animals. make one see itself, as it knows […]
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A Stone Woman Gives Birth to a Child at Night
To speak of unknowing in the language of knowing To ride the sun down to the horizon of unknowing To touch the new shoots of hazelnut leaves with red To ink shadows as the alders burst into flame To double as my own interlocutor among strangers To search my medical records for an early, saving […]
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Disaster Trees for Roberto Harrison
1. The butterfly yields. May the wind stop. The rock-bed feathers in fall leaves the small hill. This piling act is insect time, will coax a season reasonably into life. If the tree is a hand, wrist and bone, and the wind a breath, the butterfly yields dust. 2. Now appear the new many, without […]
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Images Since 2001
I’m pleased to report that the images have been restored. Which brings, as far as I know, the new site to full completion.
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Nine
I almost forgot: today marks the ninth anniversary of this society. Happy birthday to all of us.
