R.A.D. Stainforth in his black and white world...and so on...
out of nowhere,
swirl
before
I
can steady myself.
You
pick me up,
hurl
me hard,
somewhere
far,
deep as Shetland,
where
I land
naked
on a beach,
a
clam on the sand,
heady
with the scent
of
seashells, swallowed
in
chowder come.
image by Francesca Woodman
