The muffled sound of the fruit
as it carefully breaks from a branch,
amid the incessant chant
of the silence, deep in the woods.
1908
Further Reading
List by Calvin Haul
“I cry a lot because I miss people. I cry a lot because they die and I can’t stop them. They leave me—and I love them more.” —Maurice Sendak Because the spatial nature of words tends to limit themselves, and knowing full well that you will interpret every word I write with at least two […]
A FACT by Laura Carter
Timely the cyclist— the motorcyclist— in pictures and middle voice— an empire of nirvana’s ideology critique…. * Sitting in summer by windows with the fan on, in the year 2000 brand new perceptions are a slow gondola— relatively idle clause, just on the other side of this here. * He throws an onyx, turns on the […]
LOVE IS A BLACK HOLE by Chuck Richardson
He’s losing the lot all over again. New routines do not exist. It is mature. Everything chiseled into stone gets digitized, perhaps. Logarithms asexually inhabit the whole thing—nonplussed. The unnamable becomes ineffable as It’s damaged. We are the fabric, stitched together in storms to be torn asunder, too fast and weak for immortality. At one’s […]
