"As in winter : it’s shiver / weight upon the living room / for ether, the remote becomes / the beam of its hardware. / It moves obviously up from / the parks arrayed in gold. Doris / returns her elixir in hand."

"I watched Tilda Swinton be a vampire: a shrouded frame of Latinate grace, sunglassed face, and tight white leather. And I wondered whether, if I lived forever, I could weather the weal and woe of the world."

"If you were here, / Autumn / Would be / A sea / Of green"

Shining a light on the artists of Still Point

"Since its invention, photography has been tied in a close and often tense relationship with individual and collective memory..."