Even the Air Too Heavy

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>When the body becomes a monument of loss the self must navigate a vast internal space not on the world's timeline but in its own circadian cadences. Riley Danvers' collection </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Even the Air Too Heavy</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> wayfinds through the emptiness of miscarriage with words and experimental forms that examine the vacated the absent the lost. What is not on the page is as painful as the recounting. The autonomous physiology of the body and the sterile  technical procedures we apply to it magnify the spirit's estrangement with its mortal housing. In a world of how-to's and what-next's Danvers' collection lives in the timelessness of tides and patterns where the self drifts long as it takes for a path of healing to emerge.</span></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>