texts that change the conscious parameters of literature, both for readers and writers. from a different angle than these, r.p. blackmur adds: 'poetry: [is] ...language so twisted and posed in a form that...it adds to the stock of available reality.' now that blogger has included the ability to reproduce fonts more accurately, alpha-numeric visual-poetry will be welcomed for consideration. formerly edited by peter ganick. send texts to Volodymyr Bilyk at email@example.com for consideration...
Monday, May 14, 2012
haibun || Sheila E. Murphy
I have traveled via train to be your low priority. I have
wrestled brambles to become your low priority. I have practiced
woodwind rests to seem your low priority. Now it will be winter
everywhere I am your low priority. The shaven birch denotes
your low priority. Skinned trees I have climbed to be your low priority.
Even in sunshine I remain your low priority. The tanned skin
I release by way of habit is your low priority. Do you take this
woman as your low priority. The sun hat keeping out the shade
your low priority. Sea shine, sand shells, salt taste, low priority.
Invincible, your inclination to construct me into your hand crafted