At which point my grief-sounds ricocheted outside of language. …
Forrest Gander
When the strong drag of the boy’s adolescence pulls through them, the …
The bioluminescent undersides of squid render them invisible to predators …
Against the backdark, bright …
And then smelling it, …
Though each single life occurs …
Fog swaddles the …
This high up, the face …
Inside, inside the return, inside, the hero diminishes. …
Summer’s sweet theatrum! The boy lunges through …
As grains sort inside a schist …