 Blog PostsFriends         | Nothing is immediateNothing is immediatebut the space between things this field of light of wind and leaves shaking the sun aching darker shades glowing rain this is where it all withholds her hand at some distance retreating with night our shadows making silence bloom on command. Open when I say or shortly after to show you have been waiting in the interval between two distant cities a vast conspiracy of flattened earth under the Ordovician sea mineral life blossoms the sand. |