* * *
All my shoes are afraid of the sky.
Thunders are meant to be deceived by magpies,
but the stars break the roofs looking for
traces of water in sinks and bathtubs,
their shapes unable to stop the silence
from kissing the walls.
* * *
All my shoes are afraid of the sky.
Thunders are meant to be deceived by magpies,
but the stars break the roofs looking for
traces of water in sinks and bathtubs,
their shapes unable to stop the silence
from kissing the walls.
Wildernesses
Beneath this opal encirclement,
my interlocutors are not
the sterile insinuations
of ratiocination
or the fanatical mysticisms
of ideologues
Lullaby for Thirsty Lawn Furniture
the chairs hunker down
under layers of misuse
and dust. the air shimmies.
Darkness Walks
Continue reading “Darkness Walks”Madcap – Jessie Janeshek
(Stalking Horse Press, 2019)
146 pages.
13 ways of using a blackbird
(after reading Wallace Stevens’ poem
“Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”)
laputa
the aeroplane passed another universe
on the way to Florida, of
all places.
When the tramp had finished the pastries, his mien took on a less fatigued and waxy look. He looked me in the eye, nodding appreciatively. His mouth cracked open into a convivial, gap-toothed smile and I witnessed a little life enter the one open eye.
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