Making old tomorrows, I count the edges, culled holes. Collagen coins trim my surface, make sounds in me. A tenor like granite, dove-like notes lace. Partly inherited, partly earned. This heavy dowry weaves apparitions, generations tangling threads, shorn without knowing the toll. Elbows, knuckles, torso. Knees, face. Vertebra, wrists. Stalwart… woody. Moving around in time, along a helix stair- case…… Read more →