No. 9 · Tracks
How It Feels to Watch the Sex of Surf
Bold, brash thrashings bursting forth, tethered only to a fluid core. Cantilevered medusas beckon an arrested, frozen shore. Serpentine tentacles undulate, wave. Cacophonies of dazzling color…
No. 9 · TracksHome, Heart
With warmth of heart entering the chill fall day, recall – kaleidoscopic drifts of leaves, Inwood, Indiana, smooth sap runnels on firs, Coos Bay, Oregon, taunting…