Nathaniel Parker Raymond

At night I consider the calm open hand filled with the possibility of infinite self-negation, yet an empty reflection defined only by the background brightness which limns it. The low hum of prevarication and pretext coupled with endless numb nothingness which can only be the revelation of incoherence sounding loudly. It heralds the long faces […]

At night I leave the room, to retire perhaps, but retain in my mind’s eye the shape of the space. When I – awakened by the irrhythms of cold cold rain against the silent house – return to the room – softly lit at odd angles by the weak light glowing from the old outlet […]