- Yoho Diamonds of silence at the patient feet of stone. Silver shadows grow. 1:01
- Sea Gong You’re wrong, of course. A wave is something, tumbling us against the rocks until we are light and silver and sculpted as wood. Breathe. And watch the air take flight. My respectful response to Lesley Wheeler, whose poem “The Sea Does Not Exist” appeared in The Malahat Review 190 (Spring 20150) p. 10, and includes the following lines: … A wave is nothing, a form we take until it crashes, but nothing is a way of moving. The words we think we know ride the sea air, but wind is all birds. Even the blankest gust, feathered. 1:03
- Steam Clock These notes from when the world was all skinned knees and lonesome summers, til now: this wine, we mothers, and the far reaches of the earth. Time slips. 0:52
Curiaudio
Songs for Curious Girls
