These poems were mostly written in 2018. Some of them are seeds that grew later grew into my first book of poetry, Hemorrhaging Want & Water (Perrennial Press 2023).
On the two year anniversary of its publication, I wanted to release something small to commemorate it being in the world.
These can be seen as kind of B-sides to that book. Poems that didn't make the cut, poems that morphed into other poems. It is meant as a little digital companion. The title of this chap borrows from Elizabeth Bishop's poem of the same name. A poem filled with recursion and grief and loss and time and space. It’s also a nod to my failed attempts at writing sestinas—challenging in their form, I have never managed to write one I actually like.