The fragmentary poems are of flight, written in the full fury of movement from a known habitat to one full of strangeness. The uncanny is their constant envoy. They enter into things at an obtuse angle and forget their origin, beyond good sense, beyond good taste and use of time…. Perhaps a nomadic ear is able to make very subtle discrimination in text. Such an ear is at work here.

—from the Afterword

2010 | 32 pages