Soft Rock

Existing between earth and air; a poem composed of three artifacts, 2020

black and white image of clouds split into nine segments and rearranged at random on aged yellowing paper framed by black background

“You need to pick up a small stone, that stone has not been picked up by anybody probably […] it will be your friend for the rest of your life, you’ll never be alone.” —Linda Poolaw, Delaware Nation Tribal Elder, in The Water Gap: Return to the Homeland (2016)

typewritten words fold and cut arranged on aged yellowing paper framed by black background

“poetry’s air and money’s ore–a certain mineral / that slides across distances into hands it fits” —Alice Notley, from C. 81

typewritten instructions on aged paper framed by black background