Preferred Internal Landscape

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>In Emma Winsor Wood's taut luminous poems understanding remains elusive always just out of reach. In place of wisdom she gathers facts-assembling a collection of true things that do not quite form truth. Here structure is unreliable: a bear nests in a man's bedroom birds mimic the sound of obsolete technology a cemetery becomes a park a prison a church. In a world dictated by algorithms scripts and the volatile California weather </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Preferred Internal Landscape</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> asks what remains when systems fail-when the power goes out when syntax collapses when visibility gives way to fog. These are poems as controlled burn smoldering with everything they refuse to say.</span></p>