Deciphered garbled title, drafted retail-ready collection blurb
Deciphered garbled title, drafted retail-ready collection blurb
Taking this as Nothing Assumed Carries — say the word if you meant a different collection.
Here's a retail blurb in the catalog voice, doctrine-free, concrete:
Nothing Assumed Carries
Thirty poems written from the ground up — soil, weather, the body at work, the mind watching itself let go. Nothing here is explained. Nothing is decorated. Each poem holds one thing long enough for it to open, then puts it down.
This is a collection about what remains when the assumptions fall away: the names we give things, the futures we lean on, the self we keep managing. What's left isn't emptiness as an idea. It's the fig tree, the rain on tin, the hand releasing what it was never really holding.
Written out of decades of Buddhist practice and an Australian life lived close to the earth, these poems don't teach. They transmit. Read one slowly. See what it sets down in you.