JOE HALL

I just read a zig-zagging set of stanzas conveying the prismatic ecological vision of Jennifer Howard (I’ll include them at the end of this post) in Toward Some Air, ed. by Fred Wah & Amy De’ath, somewhere between procrastinating and giving myself what I needed in the post-anesthesia haze of a medical procedure and realized this post is too late. It was supposed to be about ephemera and now that ephemera is gone so I guess it still is.