Saturday, April 22, 2017


the parchment is always larger
than you’d expect.

not like vellum.

i write the world
and its edges.

like an icon.
except that it always changes.

it is good to remember that.

the root of carta means to scrape.
every day i rewrite the world.

i create shorelines
and make things up as i go.

i recite the names.

i establish boundaries
address the matter of scale.

wonder at what point
distance becomes exile.

every mark i make
is only to bring me home.