How I Write
The first sentence is the experience
This hollow that is a collecting vessel
I have never been deprived of a lost anything
The shape of that time the shape of burning
Accumulating subtleties I’m not aware of otherwise
The wrong wrong and its evasive tip
The soaked event of a word
Chalked or charred
Though I am not
The keeper of the flame, Vesta,
The real is something unplanned that
Just happens
Walking on the mountain
In the dark
– from Aerial Perception