Keira McArthur

in this place between eclipse and equinox there is zero gravity before now started there was a certain weightedness planned routines ritualed paths weighted thoughts, articulate well crafted pauses since now began there’s the sense of being drawn- an animated character in a beloved story, drawn out. Danger here, but not much in the beautiful line of […]

The cicadas sing their doppler song of midsummer. We are dry as long-dead bones pressed into rock and exposed to a thousand years of sun.  Grass is brown, frogs huddle under leaves in watered gardens to protect their skins from shriveling.  You can hear wood and metal expand in the 10 am heat.  The sky […]