Sarah Provost

See how the surf rears and recedes, spills and slides. Waves don't move forward, energy rises and falls, like the waves snapped into a rope connecting two people who stand some distance apart. So it only seems the earth slips back into the sea's embr [...]

haunts the best loved, half the true body missing most of the time. The way we walk alone, molding the air before us, cradling each other in our empty arms. 2 How deeply can you search a wound, and still call it healing? Making love, we say. As if we [...]