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winter is a poem composed of fragments sewn together as a whole. Pulsing one line at a time, it unfolds as a panorama of dreamlike images flickering against the silence of the blank page. In the wake of a shattered narrative, each enigmatic verse emerges as a keepsake in a mosaic of ecstatic wreckage. As though consulting a cryptic oracle, this exquisite corpse reveals a series of disjointed remains, re-membered & resurrected into something new each time it’s read.

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