Story

Poetry. There is a STORY at a beach. There is a couple evolving and devolving inside a new fangled form of the couplet. There is the landscape: the ocean, sand, and sun that language flails in trying to recreate. The beach reached for them but slipped. / The beach shells and sound. / The beach the one syllable until soft. STORY is a cryptic film, an old photograph, a mystery, where narrative, memory, truth, and trauma are interrogated, where credibility slips much like the language that is storytelling. Where, what is the truth but what we say.

A massively ambitious and disciplined work that utilizes cinematic and novelistic technique, sometimes reminding me of Nouvelle Vague--and at other times, a rich and textured grammar of the interpersonal.--Erica Hunt