Gathering Day by Jeff Howard As we become readyfor new ways of findingourselves, for new ways of locating ourselves in the local continuum that rings through,we will find ourselvesin new rituals that remind uswe are not from somewhere else, not parked here by an entityfrom outside, but woven and heldin the fabricof all [...]
Sonnet with Character Triangle You were a doting bee on purple asters and whenever I opened the back gate trying to reach my Subaru by the garage, I disturbed you. We could’ve pruned a path, but I didn’t want to remove your favorite spot. Love was an overgrown hedge like a [...]
Ask Grief “…having perceived you as [one] who is ‘a greater myself’…” —Teilhard de Chardin I do learn to free the things winging into the cage of me. When the pink morning makes the orange trees blaze, there is no saying no to something that holds that [...]
On some sort of edgeby Izze M-K in the bathouse at midnight alone becoming black oil shadowed against the (dark blue) the sun was tempered in a net downtown(dark blue) somehow again it is morning and the newly vapored sun has slipped through i rise and flap [...]
from Avenueby Chris Holdaway At the risk of reality: the plaster sky is crashing down. Roads delirious with their own markings and the event horizon of train tracks running out of sight splits earth with the silence of vision. The dreams of private cathedrals arrive at crossroads and [...]
Self-Portrait from Sherburne, NYby Erin Lutz I avoid wearing skirts, shorts, anything that shows off the legs that I let get so pale in fear of ticks, mosquitos, anything with mouthparts meant to bite me and my extremities. I’m not too keen on bug spray. So I don my baggy blue jeans, [...]
Adjusting Sailsby Abbey Leibert Water is a universal solvent. I will not be left unresolved. I can be free, let the water flow. Worry like a ship stuck in a bottle kept in check by myribcage. The water rises, competing with an ascending airplane. My lungs contract, masts crack under pressure.The water [...]
Polarityby Gabriella Pereira Oh it’s you again. Stranger from the bus with the orange pom-pom hat, like the one I saw in that store on Marshall that went under. Stand with me, won’t you? There are six minutes and a connection to be shared. Did you see the beauty in the bus [...]
Licorice Business Gossamer spiderwebs wrap around the toes of upside-down leapers, who, given the chance, will run off with your milk So the spiders have a steady income And I, a full milk belly But what of the milk-makers? Who whispers gossamer dreams through their grazing minds? Who paints their whooves [...]
In this videopoem, two humans and a tree dance, feel, see and explore together in Leadville, Colorado, a 10,000-foot-high city and Superfund site surrounded by high piles of mining waste that sit upon the water supply. This video emerged out of a crip drift, a sensing/being/in space, in a psychogeographical exploration. [...]
