Author: Jun Hua Ea
You Too Could Do Abstract Improvisational Dance!
1) Primer There are strata of selves, labyrinths of thoughts. There is pure action. The self will insinuate into all things. It is a pond: wrought and confined; fettered by contrivance of beauty, ideas...
Walk (for S.)
Poem It’s like the face of water, the quivering glisten of dusk intimating little yet all, at once. It’s the nape of the breeze, arcane notes of salt and aquatica as churns the...
Out of Words … a Bunch of Coos
Poem About Existence 1. Words have fled this world, we’re still here as so music, partially at least. 2. There’s no point really, nihilism’s that rare drug, the people can’t use. 3. Pluto...
Susurration
Poem About Nature See how the wind straddles the branches, swelling, in fast embrace, then releases, and they rebound, slinging diminishingly ever, to meet again its torso of tided sinews in a tumble that...
