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...
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
poem || Jeff Harrison
flick them darkened blades often my cherry blanket metronomes my perfect shadow
refute morning, loot the boot and cut me in blues for the reminded skin