Poem without an Epigraph
21 August 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
poetry
It's going to be another bad winter,
as in, not a good example of winter:
you can sit on the beach in November
with no coat.
Poem with Intrinsic Music
18 August 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
poetry
This one's like tipping
your head back to take in the sky gone
shallow, dimensionless—shot
with no timestamp, the rule of threes.
Seesaw, seesaw. One is like dust.
Cricket legs/wings.