embrance

and now for something completely different, in honour of yet another

focus hewing day, designed to misremember what America's relentless

beaconing does unto others, Marcella Giulia Pace offers us her winsome

colourings of the moon.  for the brown tinged grey of that mysterious

sauntering companion, hovering beyond our breathy atmosphere,

strained through a screening of framed sheenings over ten years'

devotion to perspective hoppings amidst votive Italian perches,

illumined through the varying blue light scattering and dust accruing

ruddy earthen sway, provides an almost giddying display.

repeated, defeated,
brittle skirted
and shatter shuttered;

infecting projection,

its gloom foredoomed

on obliteration's
self possessive loom;

felicitations on the remembrance of all things cast.

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- Evan Hawthorn, 11 11 2020