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 firstname.lastname@example.org for consideration...
Thursday, May 24, 2012
haibun || Sheila E. Murphy
Hair now light wheat hue, and wind goes ninety-nine degrees to sprinkle
tones from chimes outside my neighbor's door. "Cooler today, a bit," say radios.
I'm fastened to the desk I love. The keyboard soon will be replaced. Mid-week,
no sign of conclusion. In an hour,it will be time to wrap up scansion and its monstrous
revelations. Each day, calls for proposals elevate desire beyond usual weeds.
Summer remains a grand time for endowments. Crops mature in unison with
pioneering spirits, as ancestral sleeves. As though immune to in-vogue sentiments,
the unraveled pleasure of firm stasis. All the threats have names we can pronounce
and speak through in the form of an informal bond.
Chalices planted on shelves, dry season, comaraderie enough to go around