︎︎︎ Ian Gwin

︎ August 27, 2022

In chaos I find clarity given over to
what a sentence won't restore

lest this mean anything, in all but name
turn back the clock, shift the burden of proof

Who speaks nonsense? Who speaks truth?

Ready or not, letters gone forever
sent your book of symbols

Let this mean anything — at the outermost
a sign in a book for the true believer

lost in an instant, for sentences you have
yet asked, and already question

Ian Gwin
is a writer and translator from Seattle, Washington. He holds an MA in Scandinavian Languages and Literatures at the University of Washington. While he's currently translating the contemporary Latvian writer Andris Kuprišs, his own writing has been published in Drifting Sands, Kingfisher, and Mayfly Haiku.

Also by Ian: Black Moriarty, metsker’s maps