a hollow, a cavity: a hiding place
“Concrete gestures toward beauty, fragile investments in progress. Literal seeds sown.”
Alex Madison on Here: Poems for the Planet
This is what we lose when we think / about losing.
life / remains / in the shape / of prayer
We used to be taught to carry our numbers.
Because I am here, I am complicit.
He floats towards the song. We all do.
“In the time we have remaining, Kaminsky asks that we commit to exaltation as an honest response to our beleaguered world.”
Kristen Millares Young on Ilya Kaminsky
I like something from nothing.
a noise capable of vibrating beyond the universe’s final heartbeat