MOI LIPS WANNA SMOOCH YOUR WEATHERING EAR!

BRANDON SHIMODA WRITES IN, SECONDLY:

When the weathering voice modifies that of your weathering ear, put the experience by immediately. This angles well beyond the feat of the merely astro-competent to become blood unbounded by truth: the beginnings, for example, of how old people shift when they arrive into their life’s payment, sea urchins splintered by seagulls. These are acreaged moments, and unworried – surfaces of love, secreted with a gutsy quart du circle, the happy pull that draws the low hem back. Eileen Tabios plays the provident note to brilliant effect – a double wave of national assemblage and international bronze. This is the motion of which we will all eventually be made aware: the grace of fear, the transpiration of crystal, and the chin of brine desire. We cannot claim this as our own, but as the next, and supple.