I post letters to my lost Mayan sisters
waiting to be shaken open by some
precarious thriver in the song-stung dark.
Over the ear, a conch of voice and music
was a sack full of torn wings beating.
H. L. Hix | Cy Twombly, “Night Watch”
Keetje Kuipers | 4th of July
Joshua Corey | Severance Songs, 2.1
Luis Cernuda | Apologia pro Vita Sua (trans. Reginald Gibbons)
Larry Levis | Earl the Chicken Farmer
Thanks. I don't know how you found My 3,000 Loving Arms but know they encircle you always.ReplyDelete
Hi Sarah. Found you via the Rumpus, where you let fly with an extended lament in the comments on the latest kerfuffle over the value of the MFA. Enjoyed your rant very much.ReplyDelete
Wow, that's totally cool--thanks!ReplyDelete