A year is long, as love is small (before) is a record of thoughts over the course of one year. Time is marked through bits of poetry and small drawings. The writing comes from a collection that began around the start of COVID and ended after the death of my father. The work is in scroll form, and can be unrolled to various stages of the writing. It is an ongoing project.
Oh (on) the way it is snowing Light and lilac Tievine Moonflower yawning on the roadside between mottled oaks with milky spots that open a hundred summer windows
Want to go That way by trail set sail from terra firma open like an egg slosh through the hours wet on my knees
Roots exposed I slip home in a strip of sunlight
