Centripetal and Child Upon a coffee shop in Pioneer Square, sits a globe painted all blue — how Seattle sees the world or prophecy of flood — still when it spins Upon the fourth day, they tilted the earth, at last, to meet the sky. We turn on a dime
I love how playfulness, creation, creativity, and destruction interweave in this poem. They pile on top together and almost seem to suggest they’re the same thing?
I love how playfulness, creation, creativity, and destruction interweave in this poem. They pile on top together and almost seem to suggest they’re the same thing?