… I’msometimes earth in her many-fold loams, herrocks, razor-edged at times or at times gentlemoons in crescents, laying in waiting, theclenched fists un-blossomed likehalf a dozen petals folded together inprayer, sometimes shrivelled to a dotsometimes...
let’s make for that place of possibilities where nothing’s black or...
watercolour inks on paper 11.7 X 16.5 inches will you hold my hand when the million birds murmur their litanies of love loss and of sky-burials? …or will you just let...
