The moon, in the middle of September’s drive-by, rises large and orange and gibbous, a word meaning humpbacked, as in bactrian moon, buffalo moon.
Let us, beloved, set aside the signifier’s glaring need for gelding, ponder for a time, the signified: to tend, and be tended. Could there
Reviewed by Jocelyn Heath Much about Alison Stone’s To See What Rises defies expectation. There are no tidy sections, no artistic titling, and none