echo by Fenn Rose

when still hums get up your glassy eyes over broadened wastescape out of window body looks out of door body walks my potter’s thumb on fractal bundles prints human on flower pressing dry our fluid play comes naturally but my agency is done when i’m grabbing for the...

kemmering 1 by Fenn Rose

your brightest touch is a pore creased point warmth waving me in i ramble suspended in the year i fold this time with cotton ribbon gifts quince wrapping prince denim in my river kin and kemmering building on summer with sculptures of no caste but keystone first and...