not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Monday, January 1, 2018


"From March 1979" by Tomas Transtrรถmer

Weary of all who come with words, words but no language
I make my way to the snow-covered island.
The untamed has no words.
The unwritten pages spread out on every side!
I come upon the tracks of deer in the snow.
Language but no words.

Translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton

Sunday, December 17, 2017

Monday, December 11, 2017

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Thursday, December 7, 2017

two more, on a hill

(i return to this series years later. and am devastated. what devastates me is the distance between them. his looking. their direction that plays against one another. the movement of her skirt.)