I watch the way you want to reach the end before you’ve begun. Here there is only this egg and our sitting in shifts to keep it warm, at the mercy of weather, another bird’s hunger. Trust me, you must go to unknown places and stay inside your body while you try. […]
20 degrees north, 62 west. The outer rise of the Puerto Rico Trench, a hundred miles north of Anguilla. New Moon, 1% visible. Kraken darkness, lit only by octopus phosphorescence and the bright detonations of ejaculating eels. They’ve been travelling in tandem for five days now, through frittering flames of fertilised ova and the disarticulate, […]