Juniper White: The Distance Between Rings
let us sit under our words, a many-
ringed tree, bodies drunk on lost
time, listening to delicate leaves
August 12, 2020 · 1 Comment
Juniper White: Pulse Oximetry
For Sam . Propped on pillows, eyes closed, cannula askew, the machine indifferently draws and whirs oxygen puffs, and you breathe as you can. I settle down beside, … Continue reading
December 12, 2018 · Leave a comment
Juniper White: Erato
Meet me in the white space between the words, where the language of tongues has no boundary, and end sheets frame the rooting around. We’ll dance the iambic dance, frolic … Continue reading
November 21, 2018 · Leave a comment
