The Subtle Bodies moves between lush landscapes and the violence imposed by humans upon the land, making contact with the world as it ebbs into a digitized silence.
Into bracken, goldenrod, thick meadows it is all here
nothing is for granted or said another way, everything granted forthcoming, always
errancy and directed, maple-starts in last year's leaf litter and inch-thick saplings in the lilac's nest of limbs
James McCorkle grew up in Florida, received his MFA at the Iowa Writer's Workshop, his PhD from the University of Iowa,...
The Subtle Bodies moves between lush landscapes and the violence imposed by humans upon the land, making contact with the world as it ebbs i...
