In biogeography and paleontology I am an exile a relict is a population patina of pinned or taxon of organisms landmines widespread or diverse scattered rampant in the past: over decades A relictual population torn paper occurs in restricted areas, whose original range and photos was far wider […]
Poetry 100
Sadie Shorr-Parks: Lunacy
There are pen marks across the sky, black, from a laundry accident. I’m in my backyard hanging clothes on a line. No, I’m online, imagining hanging laundry. I can see a lilac dusk and a red rug. I can imagine my backyard full of baklava trees. I can predict a grey night sky, light pollution […]
James Pollock: Spectacles
Arms folded on the desk. They’re skeptical, aloof. They have their own way of seeing things that is slightly off, not magical exactly, but somehow fascinating in the way they bend the world, if not to their will, at least away from the world’s will, if the world may be said to have one: true […]
James Pollock: Ceiling Fan
Seen from below, a white five-petal flower; in fact, an artist whose medium is air, who combs it with these pale palette knives hour on hour, stirring the room, and taking care to keep this slow whirlpool in circulation. It gives you the chills, like an erotic spouse. If you increase the speed of its […]
Jory Mickelson: the sleeping field waited
for the sun’s increase, the grass to greet the birds, the birds circled their nests all night, stars lodged in their midway skies of grass & mud, the sun releasing dark from its pegs how to explain it? a clasping and unclasping of the day hook and unbutton, when the reed felt it circled itself […]
Vasiliki Katsarou: Waited
you waited with me as the house next door emptied of its guests, then its owners, fairy tale turned animal farm minted with ash and wishes you were my kitchen elf my second thought my echo’s echo cocked ear, cracked oasis your absorbent embered orbs that morning of the supermoon setting behind the barn you were […]