Archive for October, 2010

October 30, 2010

“Bovary” by Olivia Mardwig

……….I.

Her eyes, what’s left of the room,

look darkly towards the song beside her,

.

the song that is beyond

this bed and has no face.

.

Her body dismounting

what is human, still,

.

waiting in the velvet hour,

.

in farewells, exaggerated breaths

becoming air-filled, dry chalk

.

tongue casting words and spit

like webs, left to rain.

.

……….II.

Spring found us early.

.

The pollen falling into the bay

unto chimneys falling lightly,

.

the earthly senses

as with birds, rises up

.

above the water,

turning like pages.


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October 30, 2010

“Neither came I with A Burden Home” by Jesse Littlejohn

………………..after Lord Alfred

My rooms are closed in a book, in the haven

of a heaven left on earth, and a leaf is falling here;

on every page I gather up the staves, the stud-shafts; I find my bed.

Thunder from an ancient ocean; percussion from an ancient war;

I open up the lightning in a room of lightning; in rooms of moss cut moss;

try doors to different woods, to different plains; I weigh my arms

…..with fair grasses;

I weigh my arms with fair rains. I make heavier my burden

in each place.