In the beginning. What was said was whispered. In an unknown room no one belonged to. The ear of night gazed. Our day-bird flew underground. Light flickered in the sky, on the hill, but was unbroken between us. We learned to let be given, whispered things hidden and listened without rest...Learn More

The same some— dearest, —thingness which returns leaf to star the blank branch leads my hand back to the little white space blackening and promises us us...Learn More

Night, this is home for now this room this road where no one we know travels toward us this letter the sound of this wind the flower’s names the bird my eye followed sweet wild where we long to go...Learn More

Nearest distance, in here with me please come. Long the room has walked in circles around me. And I have walked there too, wanting by your voice to be held. I learned listen from absence of body the way once body was the only voice. Tell again how everything reaches and reaches until everything reaches its something...Learn More

Where came the embrace I hear a train pass in the night and it reminds me of another train passing in another night this night mixes with that one this one reminds me that other night still moves...Learn More

The earliest photograph of the universe Looks like black ink flecked with gold Shadows bend in the wind Night a soft stone moon sets behind The tree in the time it takes to Draw the moon...Learn More

I am trying to tell you. On the way to the place, I tried to tell you, and on the way from the place, I tried to tell you. I tried to tell you when we first got there, and I tried to tell you when it was almost time to leave. I tried to tell you in the dark—the light. Once, I came close to telling you, but someone interrupted. When you are not...Learn More