when I found the body, it didn’t talk back no utterance, just black ink, “slumber,” and a number tucked in under the shoulder, bent across the track like … Continue reading→
Naming the Entity – Elegy for Emily Dickinson By Wetdryvac
we’re pretty sure the correct name has been assigned that one quick cut between library stacks of footage caught her tired-dried face caught the quarter second between … Continue reading→
