Drew Kunz left the Great Lakes for the Puget Sound around 2003 and for some time now has been a writer, photographer, artist, and editor of various publications...
A micro-chapbook in the form of a single poem of 23 minimalist "entries".
There's a "scientific" sensibility at play here with many mathematical terms artfully employed - point, line, rectilinear motion, parallels, acute angles, trapezoid, etc. - but the poem is also the history of a very human relationship in its essentials.
In this last regard I take the "Terminals" of the title to refer to the two endpoints of a line as they near each other but never quite fully meet because "a point has no skin". The title might also refer to the two terminals of a battery as there is electricity between the two, but also the necessary separation that allows electricity to "flow".
The poem is all very clear and refined and precise, without at all being precious, and filled the head of this reader with airiness and thoughts.
"love at right angles 20 an approximation of closeness 21 defines by scales or muscle 22 maps into trapezoid 23 in the same place at the same time —she let go of his hand"