(Dear reader, the layout of this poem is important — I did my best with wordpress, but if words go a wandering on your screen, it’s available here as a pdf).
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On any screen my attention drifts
whether it’s girls online or the official denials
a reporter hunched in a bunker
or reading the accounts, I’m looking
winter trees incline
a wall disappearing Continue reading
she has her back to us
her neck, bare feet mid-stride
house girl / nymph / Primavera / PR goddess
turned to reconsider some old weed Continue reading
Joy Hester, Girl with Dog, 1957.
There’s neither girl nor dog
just a desert of colours
cut by lines like erosion channels. Continue reading
Sorting the Table
Soon enough a storm of language
will overcome (t)his hallucinatory
made in the shadow of a buxom pear. Continue reading
I
Because I couldn’t get
to the Musees Royaux des Beaux-Arts in Brussels,
given the flights
and the season Continue reading
