OUR CATEGORY : Kaimana Wolff

Geology, on the 20th anniversary of his death

He never knew the language of water, the tragedies of ocean, the comfort of tides For him the earth was rock: obsidian the mother of tears gone to glass, fixed in his face and squinting like a far-sighted sailor For him the breasted hills waited, nippled and nervous for slow unbandaging of darkly creviced gems, […]

Dr. Geppetto, P. Geol.

Wolverine snowshuffles slow on your track guessing by geiger counter How should he know your doorway shines on the thirty-fourth floor of downtown cowtown? “Women Repaired, Recharged” the signboard visible to nine-dimensional woman II Your daughters cherish you: as broken dolls, we first took in the mountains from your windows A glass eye still is […]