untitled
30 January 2010
Vol. 9, No. 4
poetry, collaboration
not sure. the sun. but we knew.
the afternoons became burdens.
something to throw away late
at night. along with certain
perishables. under the yellowing
light the pickle jar. then morning
peeled peaches. then a still
afternoon.
After Phosphorescence
27 January 2010
Vol. 9, No. 4
poetry, collaboration
A smack of jellyfish gelatinizes
the beach: man-o-war
blue bottles pop from hot
sand: tide churns these alien
bodies: we wonder why we
gather and destruct