constructions – 11(a)

i

            she is in indigo clothes, has skin stained with the early hours of the day, has hair folded on her shoulders as a building opens to her & she hurries to walk to it .. or a very tall man of brown black skin brushed with grey, in a business suit, sees the environment parts as he walks, his hair long slightly .. or a simply tall woman wearing a purple suit made for her body & she with snowy skin, runs as the atmosphere gives, has eyes that pierce .. or she, who walks long stairs of public houses, has a dark face of dark orange .. Continue reading →

thirteen

in description of the lift-off of birds:

dispersion into a natural symmetry .. Continue reading →

ten

buildings, at darkness, seem near us

at the perspective of a rooftop ..

and so, their scale becomes imaginable Continue reading →

seven

the perspective of an afternoon,

diagonal, enters rooms .. Continue reading →

four/

a driver is lopsided

in a faded vehicle ..

detained & content

in the wake of the weather Continue reading →

one /

a night

of dreams disordered, Continue reading →

m/

            the statement – we walk into the civic square, in the full evening – has had to come from somewhere, probably on or after an experience of an actual event of civic walking .. Continue reading →

j/

            dust devils, dust storms in miniature or dry land-bound tornadoes in miniature, form on the sides of isolated roads, in the height of the day, seemingly at random .. our dispositions are braced for unexpected disturbances .. yet on sunny & steady days, for a moment, the sudden updraft of air, touches ground creating a swirl, a swirl of dirt & of sound .. Continue reading →

g/

            it is the walking, someplace nearby, that brings the land, our terrain, into scale & it is the immersion into the rudiments of wind, thickness & wetness of atmosphere & the sensation of foot in shoe & shoe on uneven surface that makes us part of it .. Continue reading →

d/

            when the hour shifts artificially, one hour forward in the spring & one hour back in autumn, is there a container of time that is moved from one space to another(?) .. we do know that the natural cycle of spring exists & the autumn .. but what is it that is carried, as real time, that is continually displaced & ceaselessly replaced(?) .. Continue reading →