You submerge yourself, warmth instantly wrapping itself around every inch of your skin; it's like shedding a layer, emerging clear and bright.


photo of a dry trail with rocks in it

Excerpts from WHAT COMES BACK

They were here at the same time as we were.
All hours are their hour.
But ours, too.

photo of a spiderweb with dew strung across leaves

Excerpts from NOW, NOW, LOUISON

Creating ambushes, hunting traps, to catch a little bit of love, that’s how you spend your time.

sepia photo of potatoes growing in a garden


Gray dirt, blue sky. The potato skins had white eyes.