Fact in Negative Sublime Recall imagines unreliably, Moments reattaching withered skins. Replication, an inability, Translates to only what has been revealed. In reconstruction, points invent the line. We reinvent what our hands get on. And It’s the unworthy                               who are temporal, The Fortune Tellers                               whowho never see theirs.   Eric Mattson was born in […]

Some musing on Halloween and identity by JeanMarie Olivieri.