Here Hare Here (2025)                                                                                          

Station X_ DeHare:

“Closing the front door, I announced my umbilical. I did not invite in the wind that had blown  me home. It revived in me the memory of a banshee, as I saw that my hair was in need of a comb. Meanwhile, the radio stuck to its distant hymn, as I turned out of my garments of skin. One sleeve smudged a tabula wall, while I urged the lonesome room, to beware of my loving call.
Civilising the clothes on a chair before the fire, I watched the breath of it flit into fingers. Writing in leaps a tale without lines, that can only be learned with wide eyes and whispers. The heat arned with wide eyes and whispers. The heat woke the smell of two bodies in a white room, and raised me into a careless dream across satellite junctions.”