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...
Monday, November 12, 2012
haibun || Sheila E. Murphy
It motions as though seaswash seared the flesh in one swift
midnight. Pointillist prompts, in sheets across a slate sky.
Dreams do not employ indifference. They hold through halves of day until return time. What is tabled leaves existence still uncovered. An unattended innocence revives unlikely moments, all one. Tissues of awareness register a swatch of warmth. Measures of tone resist measures of rest. Apart from choice, one is assigned amid others with roles. Each functions as removed from meaning as a collective noun. With hesitation, one mourns thought. If clarity imposed transaction, there would be surface depth. Now shadows frame appearances of other shadows.
In situ, nominative case, specifics at random gathered