Hey, these new poems of mine are being projected through circuits of energy and light Afternoon Visitor 6 is out – w/thx to Maggie Nipps and TR Brady for their vision and work on the issue.
How to feel, in part, about what we wrote (& write) largely remote from social life during the pandemic? Fugue 87 is a poem in love w/Samuel Delany’s memoir, Motion of Light on Water. Don’t know if I’ve read anything else as attuned to the movement between day to day life (relationships, housing, money) and the lyric and erotic.