Dan Boehl writes poems based on conversations, interactions, and outings he has with other fellows, their partners, and staff he encounters while on residency at the Akademie. This time: Rebecca Armstrong.
»On my first walk through the Schloss woods, I followed a patch of sunlight off trail and thought of a conversation I had with Rebecca Armstrong. Rebecca breeds moths in her home and cannot release them in the wild owing to their sheer numbers.«
some
horses
fat
crows
spiderfuls
vacuum
an
underbrush
breeze
for
every
four
hundred
moths
two
survive
how
do
you
say
apocalypse
in
german
