lost time incarnate

Missing Tanka

Dreamt of my father
Last night—lost—time incarnate

A winding river
A hidden oxbow downstream
He went missing round the bend

image: p. remer

What I’m Reading:

“The trees are half air. They fissure the sky; you / could count the leaves, pare / time…”

— Cole Swensen / “Five Landscapes”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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