"How often have I lain beneath a roof of trees and sestinas,
Sestinas and trees, the chiasmus of my timid hopes decked
Out in the styles of the day,
Losing myself in novels of corporeal sunshine and a home . . ."
— Noelle Kocot, "The Poem of Force" (from Sunny Wednesday, Wave Books)
That was the weekend, actually. Today, I'm here:
"as if one
world could be
created from another
and words
could touch flesh"
— Charles Borkhuis, "Parallel Universe" (from Savoir-Fear, Meeting Eyes Bindery)