To trains to trainsto moving mysteries that roamwhilst roamingto blurry scenery & the romanceof not knowing the nexttongue you’ll tasteto old fantasies that fattenlike scar tissueto blank pages & pink inkblending into poetryto the country of skyyou hold up each dayto evening thunderstormsthat surprise & scare to breaking & breathingto sobbing & sleepingto wild nights… Continue reading Poem 203 – To Trains & First Impressions Event Tonight
Perfect Sun The sun is a perfect circle of glowing orange.I look into her, my eyes shivering at her circumference.She’s perched behind a cluster of maple brancheslike all the potential of today in one stunning ball of magic light. When I blink, she puts her face on myeyelids, a flash of golden mirrored from the skyover… Continue reading Poem 200 – Perfect Sun & First Impressions w/ Alexei Ungurenasu
his sweater on the fourth day Holding dog hair in clumps like April snow on branches. Heavy with the surprise of the weight I carry on my shoulders. (Also like April snow on branches, folding into each other as if to say ‘can you feel this too?’ then the wind comes & blows off chunks… Continue reading Poem 111 – his sweater on the fourth day & PIV & New YPL!