Poems and poetry as experiential art experiments, created by a dedicated core, sparking consciousness river, word slurry. A harvest of poems and creative thought from a creative collective cadre. These two weeks: combust a poem.
*J*, this line has been haunting me (in a good way)... "leave infinite behind / head north" Feels so appropriate for this season in particular, what is beyond the infinite? What is colder than cold, beyond arctic?