I am studying the process of language acquisition. I propose to teach English as a second language to adults. I am immersed in phonemes, morphemes, transcription systems and pedagogical grammar. We attempt to communicate – transmit, receive …

The miracle of language. The perception, ideation and utterance of beauty.

Subject, verb, object: Who is G-d?

Let us speak. Let us decrypt one another. Where are we written?

Powered lines web the earth; we come closer and move further away.

I like punctuation. The subtle connective tissue of a semicolon, used always with intent and sparingly, illuminates an unexpected contrast.

Without contrast we cannot construct the word reality, we cannot begin. Everything we would hope to pin down to our velvety new word breaks down. Particles become waves, entanglement ensues. There have been moments when the cohesion of the universe relied entirely on one thoughtfully placed element of punctuation, rare dawn pearlish moments.