Constructing thick layers of dust (a poem)

Written while watching the On the Edge symposium on YouTube… 1 A body of work emerges slowly— too slowly, it feels as though the body is sloughing off skin the flakes landing in random patterns on floor and fabric as I scratch them from my forehead All the candles in my house have been exhausted [...]

The spider outside my window (A poem)

For the last few weeks, there has been a rather large spider web outside my bathroom window, built by a rather impressive-looking spider. The spider seems to occupy the web only during the day; at night, it camouflages itself by moving up to the back of the outdoor floodlight… Her web deformed by the first [...]