All of which is no matter. No physical. That’s just the way he played.
words by I.S. Jones
art by Gabrielle Bates
Everything holds up a mirror.
The mirror holds up a door.
“The poems are ‘anti’ the way antique pieces are, which is to say, if these poems undermine meaning-making, it is because they have lost their significances.”
How do I comprise you
and you and you
A visual review by Frances Cannon
The eyes + the masks = a confronting.
When I came downstairs today
for breakfast, he was playing Lovely Day.
Frances Cannon’s visual review of Kathryn Nuernberger
of your thinking