The landscape declares itself through language. What can be found here are elegies, incantations, lost voices, whispered songs from times long past, captured in the winds and tides.
These are transmissions from the soil, they speak of stillness in the form of oaths and the unsayable, beyond the animal’s lair, and dreams of twilight.
Here, words cross over the storms of birds, their diapasons of flight conjured as quietly enshrined abstractions, fractured reminiscences, forgotten places, contaminated recollections, and ciphers for things that have fallen silent, from where the river rises, and the first deer fell.
The Land Incanted [ Earth & Memory ] 