The Wear of My Face

The sun is our closest star just average a middle-aged dwarf past its prime but still a few billion years to go and fierce is its heat It’s domains: interior surface atmospheres inner corona outer corona Did someone say Corona? The Wear of My Face is an assemblage of passing lives and landscapes, fractured worlds and realities. There is splintered text and image, memory and dream, newscast and conversation. Women wicker first light, old men make things that glow, poets are standing stones, front