“Because your mind pursues every object that comes before it without restraint, the patriarchs describe […]

I could write about the softness of clouds reflected on the stillness of water the […]

It’s not language, in our sense these wisps and snarls and scatters of slimy green […]

Blaise Cendrars (1881-1961), modernist poet Filmy substances everywhere: film of fog over headland film of […]

Rhythms of white and black sand Marching down the beach parallel to the shore Patches […]

My beach has a lot of rocks not sand, not pebbles, not boulders they are […]