Each one studies a fabric unseen from up close: weaving of limbs and what green and such sky and voices lulled low. Each one notes the other along song-shaped lines, discovers sight-reading is the closest we get to love if by love we mean knowing when to close our eyes. Somewhere nearby my son is […]
Philip Pardi
Philip Pardi: Three Sonatinas
1. When it comes to this I’ve taken to folding my hands just so so just holding becomes being held see how clear it is that no word could do what no words now do and all I am is astonished at how singly we step in our steps then out. ________________ 2. We move […]
Philip Pardi: Sonata
From our small balcony I watch you come near, arms about a burlap sack bearing the full spectrum of fruit watch as you pause on the baker’s stoop note how he makes you laugh deep from your knees think I must learn how he does that. Early afternoon, early autumn, late in my youth I […]