Whilst searching through an unfamiliar room,/the guest against the bedstead sets abloom./A blemished bruise that raise on his shank pain’s gloom.” (Poetry)
Tag: Poetry
Greek amphorae sprouting branches in the toboroches/ and Dante’s whole paradise embodied in a dragon fruit
Cut right in the middle
dark people mark a place as dangerous or destitute, the word/ jawn marks a place people gloss over on their way to DC
And not one protection/ has come to them/ nothing sound.
“Easier to say, there/are too many poets and there aren’t enough rebels.”
“If I had been chewing gum, I would’ve swallowed it right there,” Jefferson Navicky writes upon reading Maureen Seaton.
“The poem lingered in my mind for weeks not because of its timeliness, but because of its unsettling brilliance,” writes Jefferson Navicky.
