Should you ever care to walk, or dare some length of Emperor Hadrian's Wall, it is advised, by Roman Legionnaires and other hardy souls in the know, to lay your best foot down way out in the west & march into the east. The wind, a constant howl across Northumbria, will be at your back and … Continue reading Witches Knickers.
a bar room, on the east coast, crosslegged and picking notes, facing a hung crowd, torn between looking through them and staring them down - I am strung.
The shape of The Shale Basin, soon to be wintered, shading the bed of the Puget Sound, etching, at anchor, an orbit in the near-frozen water, caught between kelp and canopy of cloud. Low, early December sunlight casting long shadows, shafting the surface; an ever-complicated dance. Slow repetition, return and feign of … Continue reading The Shale Basin.
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