[re]turn

The poems of [re]turn are besotted not by the who but the inclusive where of what it is to be alive, and never only to do with humans.What does the world we live in mean to us? The platform of our daily living? Intricate, intimate, deep-time emergent and never, from the microbes of our guts to the minerals of the moon, only to do with humans. The poems of [re]turn are besotted not by the who but the inclusive where of what it is to be alive. Snout beetle, rain drop, these phone-cradling humans, the humpback whales, all of it, even AI, pours through the poems into the Earth we have. The world is not a stage. Lang grapples with the hope that perhaps there are ways to (re)turn to a being and becoming that is consciously, lovingly, a part of it.