Author Archives: Mari-Lou Rowley

three syllables plus three syllables something like                          glorious rhapsody  the first luscious suffix rounder than “us”              soaring                                                              [but not us, not glorious] the sharp soft percussive of second prefix rap, between slap and tap                                                             [but not that music, that sound] … Continue reading →

Ice forms on the inside window; furnace exhaust fleeces frost under soffits, warms the branches for sparrows and chickadees whose metabolisms have adapted to survive the frigid cold. Santa Cruz would be nice this time of year, when joints cease … Continue reading →

Thinking about Leonora Carrington’s work… and this strange relatively recent poem Wild Boy Digs a Hole wild boy digs a hole, lives in it. vole-eyed and fierce [radiation titillates the margin of burn area that gnaws her breasts.] he digs … Continue reading →

… take a breath. breathe from the bottom, the well of what’s left aching to emerge again sunny and light. put it out there steamily in the cold new dawn. Continue reading →

from Unus Mundus, previously published in Truck.  Falco Columbarius

After two weeks in a hermitage at the edge of the woods at St. Peter’s Abby…. reading strange and obscure text from the college library.. such as.. Very few recluses had chairs at all; at stone bench sufficed as a … Continue reading →

Delighted to have three poems published in the Journal of Humanistic Mathematics recently alongside so much insightful and inspiring work. Thanks Gizem et. al.

Acoustic Phonons Listen ear to heart thumb to Vega nervous oscillations simply mechanical and fine machinery of body parts of quasiparticles. The problem is complicated. Squealing frequency of acoustic phonons due to elastic deformation. Imprints on skin white or red … Continue reading →

Hermitage Poem Day Seven Sun licks twisted bark, melting primordial knots on bony shoulders. Sudden hollow snap overhead more like tongue click – thogngnk to the left, thogngkn thogngnk to the right, woods alive with tongue clicks of trees stretching … Continue reading →