Volume IIIThis volume lives where breath meets tide - in the places that don't stay still long enough to name. These poems came from the part of me that drifts, dissolves, reforms, and returns. The part that doesn't ask whether something is solid before it speaks it. Air and water share a temperament: they move through whatever tries to contain them. They carry what we can't hold. They change shape without asking permission.
These pieces were written in that same motion - in the shifts between clarity and blur, distance and depth, surface and undertow.
Volume IIIThis volume lives where breath meets tide - in the places that don't stay still long enough to name. These poems came from the part of me that drifts, dissolves, reforms, and returns. The part that doesn't ask whether something is solid before it speaks it. Air and water share a temperament: they move through whatever tries to contain them. They carry what we can't hold. They change shape without asking permission.
These pieces were written in that same motion - in the shifts between clarity and blur, distance and depth, surface and undertow.