Poetry, Posts, Musings

Unremembered Dream Title

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

Wild Boy Digs a Hole

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

Speaking of Poets

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

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