Friday, January 14, 2011


Someone eats the heat right out of my
hand. Thus the winter populates us.

Blue is only a perception evoked by light. A spectrum
dominated by energy with a wavelength the size of a few nanometers—

Fragments from the poem Atlas. 

Thoughts on A Little Called Pauline

I wanted to take a little extra time to talk about A Little Called Pauline, since its pub date was literally the week of lockdown. It would ...