Review by Paul Adrian Mabelis

 

"The Parallel Body" touched upon a notion I have of this essence of language as an organism, something that lives and breathes, the potential it has to fluctuate and sustain itself despite cycling back and forth from its own extremities, circulating fast and slow within its own limbic system, near death but still pulsating, you're a poet, poets fill language with life that have been bled from them by politicians and those words beyond repair, the essence left about in space is granted a new vehicle, a new chance to mean something again.