PROJECT: PEELING RAMBUTAN
a selection of stuff tucked between the pages of my notebooks
je veux toucher de la main
le poème de ton paysage
I want to run my hand
along the poetry of your landscape
MICHEL A. THÉRIEN
I see wild geese fading into the south.
Which one can take you my words?
Success is assured when the horse arrives.
Read the first poem in the book in 37 tweets: "East is the Sun Behind a Tree"