Priming a pump. Priming a wall. All making ready for something to come.     Primed   Her world is a Venn diagram things lapping     overlapping   herself       the point enmeshed Before her all are parse trees cascading interactions from a single beginning A second’s span     a glanced meeting ushers in infinity   Curious to see … Continue reading Primed

For All We Know

Stories, stories everywhere. Especially here.     This   Everything catches my eye: spent blossoms of blue plumbago in a small tidy heap vivid beneath grass-green leaves and its whip-like stems a man, stopped mid-stride on a sidewalk, debating with air the time and its demons, ragged clothing aflap on his livewire frame Nostalgic for … Continue reading For All We Know