February 11, 2012
December 25, 2010
With rain, asphalt’s scent punches hard. Out there, isolated, one crawls toward earthen clutch, swaying high grass too sharp for language. When I say “one” fold in to me. When you read “is” I mean “to leap.” Wind, implacable metaphor, insists against all, love, so we must keep close. O where may the untouchable rest? What place hope in this palace of the real? We’ve grown so swift even thrice-great Hermes cannot slip our velocity. Light peels image from thing, demands pixels from trees.
Our old magic is condensed to avarice,
bondage and longing, to a slavish gaze.
December 18, 2010
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ALSO, we’ll be posting writing and voice files about LOVE all February long. Send us a page, paragraph, chapter, scene, essay, article or poem along w/ your photo JPEG, bio, and if you have one or can make one, an mp3 file of you reading the piece. We’ll be reading December 26th 2010 – February 14th 2011. So, send us some LOVE to firstname.lastname@example.org
August 30, 2009
SCROLL DOWN! for new writing by ! Ryan Bartlett ! Steffi Drews ! Bhanu Kapil !
THANKS SO MUCH, for reading and writing and Trevor for bringing us these poems; I hope you all like the way they look! +V