Ken Baumann
Snow
By Ken Baumann - Oct 22, 2018
When I focused on the snow, it appeared I was moving trillions of miles per hour in outer space, plunging past all the stars. My perspective seemed the center of everything.
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By Ken Baumann - May 4, 2018
a billion
grasses
blanched white
in the shade
of a trillion
suns
Interview for the Position of Grand Inquisitor
By Ken Baumann - Apr 3, 2017
1. The ability of language to comfort has eroded entirely. Words spoken now serve only to point. You’re given the material means to craft a language free of the dead weight of history. Describe its grammar.
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