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Fans spread out their arms and wave continuously, trying to disperse the shadows that dance, twirling and tapping in the orchard of broken trees, their hands pulling at each other, at the wind. Their fists pump the air the clouds … Continue reading
on the eve of high winds sometimes several shredding the now all of us seeking shelter the leader’s lack of tone dimming the lights debt narrowing us all millions of souls without roofs disaster voyeurs chasing storms hurricanes signifying the … Continue reading
finny atoms, shivering as I write, and trumpets in the bones endorsing the season, taking aim and then missing damp desire, antsy anticipation at the core my town car vandalized by crows bleak drama of summer chill playing a slow … Continue reading
you lie down in the artist’s trance translating your selves onto pavement assuming annihilation with coloured chalk you vaporize yourselves leaving reminders for the dawn sidewalks strewn with auras around the disappeared two-dimensional ghosts prostrate before invisible firestorms mundane activity … Continue reading
I hear them gearing up for battle – old war-horses brought back to drill us with intemperate speech. Mothers and fathers, wives and children urged on to crowd the roadsides and cheer. We’re here again, but this time, mourning. Our … Continue reading
Are poems just cut-up sentences? Let’s look at the work of a poet who does precisely that. Philip Levine’s sixty-three line poem, Scouting, is composed of fourteen complete sentences which vary in their number of lines in the poem from … Continue reading