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We are all evaporating. At this moment. We humans are made of more than 60% water. Water gradually evaporates as it is exposed to oxygen. Over time. We are losing water, shrinking, physiologically, but also, our chronological place in space and time on this physical plane evaporates. Never one moment the same as the next. Moments. Evaporate. Words on paper or screen, are arranged and captured for a moment. Poems exist, but the unique act of word arrangement for that moment in time is fleeting. This why I call myself a language photographer. I liken my poems to photographs, capturing a string of images or moments in that poem so that it may exist in its newly created form for that moment.


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