‘first the trees, now this’ by Ken Taylor

  first the trees, now this shapes of leaves are trying to tell me something different than strata of latin or what might make me itch. they are stanzas to walk around in. the ovals send rumors over opposite walls. darker yellows seek wax. others – the sweet tones of a ’38 epiphone acoustic guitar, scroll cutouts. i notice close by, apertures film over: trace … Continue reading ‘first the trees, now this’ by Ken Taylor