I blinked and spent an hour trying to find, again, the angle that let me see only bright green and emerald and pine and evergreen without a gap of gray or dark or paler clouds rain must have rearranged needles…
Author Archive for ekswitaj
Sunday Small Stone 54
by ekswitaj •
in the cave of wood -en stairs and glass railings, rain is for other people to hear when the window gathers its first drops Related articles So That If I Died It Mattered(themillions.com) The Slow Language of Sculpture, the Fast…
Sunday Small Stone 53
by ekswitaj •
that cat lifts the sun to my hand; he gathered it in his bituminous fur and now he stretches on his back legs—up—to be caressed Related articles The Slow Language of Sculpture, the Fast Language of Words(themillions.com) The Ruth Stone…
Why Poets Should Read Jamaica Kincaid’s See Now Then
by ekswitaj •
The prose of Jamaica Kincaid’s See Now Then has a frustrated and frustrating music, the rhythm of minds trying to resolve the past and the present and memories that might be fantasies, likely are fantasies, or may be the future.…