CHRIS REPPUCCI

Reaching into the water and down into the silt and sand which beds beneath, we feel our fingers slip into the fine materia and parting...

The prison bars and barbed wire fences and thick stone walls that run like lace embedded into the landscape glisten with electric...

Owls eyes, goats eyes, dogs eyes, and our own; rolling like stone wheels into a center track until they all become one and disappear, our...

We walk the perimeter of the camp, and wander out between wide slats in the fencing where the mauve clouds hung softly in hue defy their...

Our travels led us to an inland sea, in search of lagoons we thought we remembered the way to, the map a slowly spinning spread of poetry...

When something with girth and gravity is lobbed into water it makes not only a splash but a heart slapping pulse of depth audible. This...

They say the more things change the more they stay the same, words we must wait and see if they hold water, as Uranus is preparing to...

Sunday May 6th The series of 0s and 1s that represent us, the program of our every chromosome, of our every protein; the poise of our...

We, at the center of the wheel, our hides pinned onto the place which we stand, witness the spectacle of the spinning vortex of...

The season for sowing and planting has come. Our plows plunge into the earth and part it with the Sun’s gleam slender on the curved...