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 email@example.com for consideration...
Thursday, November 8, 2012
haibun || Sheila E. Murphy
Angel to you twice, and beams on leaves. Whose gleam restores
when flint is left at bedside. Thus you whisper to an individual who breathes you, limiting the lifeline at least once. Gone pliable in trade for fifth edition. Who among us lives to falsify endemic shoulder pads? The act of clinging to persistence changes how platonic rinses will be applied. If you can shimmer while majorities among us stray. Line drawings of discarded wood reduce their roles of porch boards. Skim feeling drains the milk from lantern feasts that shield from darkness this collective. When we energize, we full-on wall off other futures. Clients in the classroom mimic speed. Known limb by limber customary practice, one of us gone dim to furniture, simply to stare then sit, then shy away.
Stamina, rotation via angles at degrees named forty-five or ninety