“…thrown on a treadmill of unease, hour after hour of tossing and turninguntil I was weeping for rest.”Derek Jarman in MODERN NATURECountless grays smother the night.I slip into anxious dream, slip halfway out, teeter,grudgingly open a book, aimingat distraction. The green lamp is angledto a pool of boiled yellow.I ignore time or try, dismiss the... Continue Reading →