<about>These fragmentations only mean that I am fragmented, That as I symbolize what you say and agree… <press>Can I then leave you to set these lines in order, Assemble them into a book… <screenings>And by the first strong winds Permit its leaves to be torn from its cover… <extras>Let them fly high and, like leaves Light into the lap of the Universe… <links>Separate of and by themselves Within without compare / Yet incomplete. [“A Book Flown”, a poem by Noah Purifoy] This project was made possible with the generous support of:
