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
More of the daylight, equalized, occurs in lullabies. Pacific shingles
lattice how the source is built. More shields sinking means
the premises are locked down as the antonym of our mentality. More
of the dampness breaks away from surfaces, minds filled with
other minds. More tonnage fortifies smooth walks across the vast
place codifying feasts and whelps. More yarn, more lodes
to muse upon, about, around. More gardens than the eye can count.
More of the same estrangement. More feeble in the freshness near
tormented gardens. More of appearance-driven heat and swarms
and stay-put butterflies.
Miranda rights, modalities, mown hay drawn sheets of mercy