2 June 2004 | Vol. 4, No. 2
East of Sunday
Acorned & gnomic, trees, too, are mists.
Who says flame dives
into burn. Utterly, as when key words dissolve
in love's database—hickory's flares,
of pines. Yondering pine. So October
is a server
going down. Ordinary gaze,
ordinary orbit. Blanks. A sky of many. Dew.
About the author:
Thorpe Moeckel won the 2000 Gerald Cable Book Award for his collection Odd Botany (Silverfish Review Press, 2002). He is also the author of a chapbook of poems entitled Meltlines (Van Doren & Co., 1999). He lives in North Carolina.