is it really a face?
underneath the water, in a dark place
little spots of color illuminate a face
space for the shape of you
there’s space for the shape of a book that I wrote
what ice does
the ice captured a leaf.
half in, half out.
what can be dredged?
“grave danger” is not about the beginning or the end
follow the stem
everyone’s here, lightyears apart, immersed in the murky black.