The poems that make up Still and Still Moving concern the groundlessness of change. Written in prose, this stream of consciousness collection is as endearing as it is existential. It is at times a probing self-portrait and at others a crystalline commentary on the loneliness of disillusion. It is the backdrop of an invitation:


In Arizona, that once-was ocean, the sky dies bright blue. Sky turned sea. Ultramarine-another crowded-mouth key.


A key that cuts:


If you had to go alone, would you still come?