Our conversation is a wing below my consciousness, like organization in blowing cloth, eddies of water, its order of light on film with no lens.
A higher resonance of story finds its way to higher organization: data swirl into group dreams.
|2002||Songs to Berenice, II||Olga Orozco|
|1898||A Confession to a Friend in Trouble||Thomas Hardy|
|2016||The Grammar of Affection||Jay Parini|
|1977||Elegy for a Dead Labrador||Lars Gustafsson|
|2015||Hey Phil||Juan Felipe Herrera|
|2013||To the Fig Tree on 9th and Christian||Ross Gay|
|1609||To me, fair friend, you never can be old (Sonnet 104)||William Shakespeare|
|2016||Default Message||Carmen Giménez Smith|