taylor miller

usually epiphytic

the flower from heaven flower of triumph beauty under the moon, they say. because they is another world before the…

the buds of summer’s end

endless allegory

withering rosettes

a parched palette and,persistent thirst and,every cell feels insatiable— your health, you have your health.googled Agadez, Nigersomewherethe sands and throes…

heard <<>> seen

the harvest must happen before the rainsotherwise the pods will moldthe stiffness in my lower back, elbowscontinuously nourishing another, the…

gloom, new moon

belle de mai

belle de mai, encore

calanque de sormiou

ma friche préférée

armed with weapons of criticism


its competition is murderous

centuries had remained


the building fever

an unprecedented scale

an arduous bloom

straight onto the sand

excuse the houses

lemon groves to the south

where the purchasers settled

between two rights

stop, nonstop


less bitter an abyss

condemned forever

not for vain tears

carved to satiate, 35mm

the heart is cavernous, 35mm

its tenants now, 35mm

endlessly unrolling, 35mm

altar forms, 35mm

a dream of stone, 35mm

blue desert

promises of aching beauty

seam lines and sand

continuity and fragmentation

of partition in three dimensions

design by destruction

ramadan in ramallah

qalandia, lately

of Jerusalem sprawled


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