Shaun Hanson Engages an Obstacle

The Missionary Dances and Explains

Caveman Circulation

The lake swept clean by your daughters between lessons. They wake up so early, and their eyelids hurt. You had one by each widow you found grieving at the bank. Children of tears and stones. Masters of the jazz calliope. Not quite. The youngest does fare well on organ. The middle one is slow and callous. She makes people wary until something good comes out of it.

The eldest collects runaways. She bent the last one backward with her perfect servitude. Working the merch table in Hans Christian heels. He didn’t know what he was up against, that bodies of water should be looked at and studied, that they take on strange forms in the absence of heat, phlegmatic beauty to set imbibers reeling.

Corrode in 1/2

Portrayed as the younger brother,
Not the statesman, nor the groom,
In rhetorical suspenders,
New turquoise adornments
On an old gray Honda.

Sporadic shivers,
The ward’s stolen zephyrs,
Taking chances on the map
0.5 kilometers
Across the river.

Film Purpose

These outbreaks are part of what gets Jin to work every day. “I wish I could go faster to do a better job to protect our citizens,” he says.

As he and I talk, a small cabinet jiggles four bottles, emitting a hum that underscores our conversation