In a year of juggled realities, this offer, or keeping, of fragments of the past — a poem deconstructed, seasonal tributes, a moleskin memoir, a sequence of dreams and scribbles from 10, 20, 30 years ago — is a purposeful prayer against the ruins, for serenity.
12/09: TWL, Lines 427-432: Shored Against My Ruins
12/10: Reflective Study Of Wallace Stevens’ Man And Bottle
12/11: Source
12/12: Profile
12/13: Mots Du Jour
12/14: Devotions
12/15: Moleskin 6.1: Prayer
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