Gathered from different renga, displaced in time and space and yet united between the same covers.
Alison Strumberger and Gillian Sze
from “A Grip on the Stars”
Reflected by snow
the sky cradles my impressions,
a new footprint for each step.
As if even snow were discrepant, disordered, suspect;
as if it were mild, papery, and fell to the sky instead.
from “Foolish Fire”
A lifetime of print is in my wake,
and I am left reading my palms —
fiend, vagabond, voyeur, brute.
I learn to subsist on a diet of mimesis,
creating equations with beachy, stormy residue.
I like the enumerations that partake of the passing prints…
And so for day 2636