DRIVEL is the record and continuum of her voice (not fully-formed, not fully-found ((in all its nonsensical structures)) ). Nd all she knows of it now. She writes from her speckle of a point of view of what she’s been, what she is, and what she will be. She has always had an incessant urge to capture, because the thought of it all slipping into abysmal bliss is mortifying. But so stunning? Down to her core, she writes for herself, for you, for us, for the world, the dust, and them. She writes to intertwine us together, in any rare or frequent way possible.

Recently, she has moved away from home, to Home. It is still forming, with her, without her, because of her - all the sorts. Now that everything is up in a whirl, she has a newfound urge to attempt to (in any way that she can) capture language in motion, as it dances.

Thank you for being here. (in any way that you are) Frances is so glad that you’ve found DRIVEL. (however you did)