Spaces between the built and natural environment host transient goers. Herbaceous materials gently waver, offering fluffed seedy packets.Delicious debris diffuses along the paved-unpaved zone.Woodland soundscapes rapidly grow quiet. Suites of volant wildlife emerge.
by Josh Kesling Autumnal wrack lines linearly diffuse across beachscapes, demarcating the relationships between land and sea. Peppered with copper browns and aged maroons, not to forget the faded plums, these lines sprawl. They push through glassy pasts with unknown futures. Leaf litter has a defined fate, and it settles throughout brine-buttered interstices and micro valleys. Seaward deposits calculatedly arrive […]
This poem is formatted in a shape resembling a rock formation. It is intended to be read first as in standard English, left to right, top to bottom. Then read again bottom to top, and right to left, as a geologist would read strata. gods the of valley monumental a sustaining I.V. an from drips like justified center solo stacked […]
I pray to the Invisible: Please protect usfrom blizzard and hail, from blaze and swelter,from flying insects that sting and swarm,from pestilence and sulfurous miasma,and from the crowded bluster and welter. But let us see the light,through your architectured frame,of sun, of stars, of moon, of clouds, of dappled leaves, of shimmering creek,and all your gentle creatures without names. And […]
Any time spentNot making babies.Or not making money. Any time spentNot tilling the soil.Or not dancing the floor. Any time spentNot watching the sunset.Or watching the sunset. Any time spentNot being outraged.Or being outraged. Any time spentBeing forced to choose.Or regretting your choice. Any time spentHaving no choice.Or lamenting your fate. Any time spentGoing on living.Or giving up.