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
Thanks to John Cunningham and CKUW for yesterday’s interview & reading. the link to the MP3 here..
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