Untitled (ice cap) If you went to a polar ice cap as an explorer or whatever and found a woman encased in ice looking up, mouth open, yellow robe maybe she even has a shield would you, tired and itchy, think of her as an Ideal, fall to fighting your companions to the death over the hard cool promise of fidelity, or, sticking to your guns, circle the ice shard watch her staid lips and say it’s only science? — Untitled (humans) When humans are a simple glance in a museum they shine — Untitled (whalebone) Slices of whalebone gently…
in which, with respect to our name, we are as confused as you are
By brianwillems
Brian Willems is an American lecturing in British and Irish literature at the University of Split, Croatia. You can find some of his work in Pindeldyboz, 42opus, Milk Magazine, Yankee Pot Roast, Uber and others, or just visit his website.