reviews
May 21, 2009
“My tuning fork disappears into the ether.”
This text is spell and premonition, and travel with language that takes one with ceremony, and song and into “Our bed / and now you’ll be sleeping / next to me for years, / for years” (3).
“Around these openings promenades,
water curves and polishes
The full moon, rising all day,
now at night, burns the sky.” (10)
Flow, curve and curl up with these words.
This text is spell and premonition, and travel with language that takes one with ceremony, and song and into “Our bed / and now you’ll be sleeping / next to me for years, / for years” (3).
“Around these openings promenades,
water curves and polishes
The full moon, rising all day,
now at night, burns the sky.” (10)
Flow, curve and curl up with these words.
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