Seasonal Works with Letters on Fire

Late Autumn Storms at Pigeon Point

L AT E A U T U M N S T O R M S AT P I G E O N P O I N T after Richard O. Moore Existence tells the lighthouse I am your pigeon, then crash! we didn’t know it had a window! Autumn asks its summer: what if we are only sound tracking itself, flare of a fishing boat (the sea shines purple in); the body casts its shadow down the coast, noon onto the mezzanine— edge of a thought, a main but not the only thing. You struggle to endure your life, a screen of symbols made of fire; a nothing calls its something, its stray hope, no gain; anarchic music climbs the tower to turn the key inside to sing— 8 ...