To Slip Inside a Fractal
Written in Winter and Spring, 2024, this collection clambers consecutively over its language’s mouth feel. Over the months, as ice began to thaw into mud, discovery became a question.


Poem #3

Poem #2

Written in Winter and Spring, 2024, this collection clambers consecutively over its language’s mouth feel. Over the months, as ice began to thaw into mud, discovery became a question.



