some new snippets of poems (lines don't really break like this)

This line exists

                       between handshakes

                           and infinity

a circle drawn
twelve degrees

walking,          or a horse, backwards

create a boundary between

is and            

will be

*************

we begin with contention

this picking apart the edges

if this point were movement

this motion, a subtle shift

if the line between drifts
away

you walk backward

into a time when