My work piles up,
I falter with disease.
Time rushes toward me —
it has no brakes. Still,
the radishes are good this year.
Run them through butter,
add a little salt.


Dead Man's Float (2015)


My work piles up, I falter with disease. Time rushes toward me — it has no brakes. Still, the radishes are good this year. Run them through butter, ...

My work piles up, I falter with disease. Time rushes toward me — it has no brakes. Still, the radishes are good this year. Run them through butter, ...

My work piles up, I falter with disease. Time rushes toward me — it has no brakes. Still, the radishes are good this year. Run them through butter, ...

My work piles up, I falter with disease. Time rushes toward me — it has no brakes. Still, the radishes are good this year. Run them through butter, ...