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 matt margo at firstname.lastname@example.org for consideration...
Sunday, July 29, 2012
haibun || Sheila E. Murphy
Here am working gainshare toward an apposite. Chop chop chap. Sticks
stone break . . . longsuff- yon brochial retreat. And there sit you abiding.
Chance chaste chipper breezeway lymph glanding its way down hill
with caritas. As one does one's doe-eyes. Spitfire glyphs and chores
we vestibule our little memoirs. Glorificamos te. And then she tells me
lanslide story in a whiz bang motif set for knowing aptitude and largesse.
Many more doyens than heard from herding how we noun along the
drop kick pathway toward stardom. Reboot, my love, while I consider
appellations and restraint. You would not happen to own my cherished
mystery, would you? Nerdy little title dusted off for quick re-use? Comply
with me and be my treasure trove enduringly.
Laproscopic hench, formed subtlety, bit part in a briar patch of pitch