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...
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
poem || Jeff Harrison
shell sewer spat of village serrated black evaporated year you begin unknown-of-love avalanches your pendulum never sheds sunlight shawl of the orphans tonight their bouquets regret your shrugged hands your shrugged hands bouquets of regret