“This book is a remembrance of what was lost, an appreciation of what is left, and a celebration of what could be. Forests are not eternal. For all their solemn stillness, they constantly change, evolve, die, and regrow. But they are persistent, and they always...

05 July, 2022 /

A Black, E white, I red, U green, O blue: vowels, I will someday speak of your unseen births: A, black corset bristling with glittering flies That buzz around cruel smells, Gulfs of shadow; E, innocent vapours and tents, Lances of proud glaciers, white kings, frissons of an inflorescence; I, crimsons,...

26 October, 2016 /