by E.O. | Oct 27, 2017 | Arms Length, Human Contact
The first stanza imagines a strong beam of sunlight piercing an otherwise dark room. Dust particles, normally invisible, are obvious in the beam. Dust particles deflect light. Without them light would reveal only the objects directly in its path, leaving everything...
by E.O. | Oct 19, 2017 | Arms Length
In a beam of light, dust is ephemeral, though a congregation illumines a shadowed place. The dim hall, a grey frown, looms over archipelagic heads forming sagas and complements, their stillness louder than sound. Who dreams of solitude? No, it is learned disposition;...
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