Precipitates
Once I wrote
somewhere “Limbs as bodies broken from growth.”
I’ve reconsidered this conversion. By seemingly holding in or letting out, their reach speaks instead to an abundance of something that feeds. As imagined voices with edges removed, tensions in these structures engage with what is off, welcomed and never strange.
I’ve reconsidered this conversion. By seemingly holding in or letting out, their reach speaks instead to an abundance of something that feeds. As imagined voices with edges removed, tensions in these structures engage with what is off, welcomed and never strange.
