briana taylor In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body’s been. We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep [...]
we play by ear but learn the words by heart (visions we have by head); yet even when the sight of the remembered page has dimmed the jingles that we gleaned from it remain lodged with us, useful, sometimes, for the work of getting a grip on certain fragile things. john hollander, by heart comme [...]