Echo

"An echo, while implying an enormity of a space, at the same time also defines it, limits it, and even temporarily inhabits it. When a pebble falls down a well, it is gratifying to hear the eventual plunk. If, however, the pebble only slips into darkness and vanishes without a sound, the effect is disquieting."   

- Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves 

F. poems

Love At First Sight
Natasha, I love you
despite knowing love is more
than seeing you


(Untitled Fragment)

The angles of your wrists
preserve a certain mystery,
unknown by any lips
or written down in history.

To measure their degree
would solve the oldest question -
providence and alchemy
answered in your gestures.

But god and gold will never rival
the way your fingers curl.
They hold my breath's arrival
like a rare and undiscovered pearl.

House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski