i. The wind sings too, but only of itself, leaving a valley between mountains in a landscape that will never become real to us. And it is true we can no longer really know this land, isn’t it? Only move through its casseroled orchards, vineyards and sunflower farms in mindful proximity to all that it…
The beds are long the brine is deep in which I press my thoughts to sleep of all that I should not have said or done or learned I mourn the head that held the hymn if shy if dim if unobtrusive Then salt then chest Then palm then less The lies that made me…
The sum of things is the least of things. The dwarf loved the sovereign’s daughter repeatedly: at first, every morning, then he added on noon, then the army honed in like a giant umbrella. She was carried away like a dark subject until all that she felt and could not say hung like a nightworld…
John began to tell friends of his new ability to see not only colors but sounds . . . about the same time that he began to have trouble remembering words. —Bruce Miller, “A Passion for Painting” I remember that one, it has wings like those things that fly, it’s green or chartreuse, I saw…
There are two pleasures left, something and nothing and though, like money, death gets in the way of having things, there’s an extreme white arbor overhead having nothing to do with mothers and fathers or from how far away their letters pursue a reallocating child more intently than the stem of that flower ending in…
It’s a pious coil? It could be But you wait to be sure. Your hair blown back by Hope and teased by failure, You grope the lone desert for Sorts. You feel you know Pubic Hair. You want to sing The correlations between mosquito bites. You want to do math The way bricks do…
She hears the bear outside her dream-the charred corpse driving her away from a flaming city-before she wakes up. She has never seen a bear, except in a zoo, but she does not extricate her body from the boiling quilt or crawl to the window. Midnight in this national forest feels dangerous to her, too…
The six directions which form a sheep are proof enough of Plan. Plain to see why the head belongs on top: to view the view. And why The ewe must brace her hooves against the earth. The belly Rides beneath the back, to ease digestion on its downward tract. As teats…
Heather McHugh is wired. She is also wireless (see laptop, below), wry, and webbed (spondee.com). She speaks in passionate flurries, seriocomic riffs that only begin to reflect her speed of thought. She annotates as she speaks, offering first and second answers, embellishing and revising and punning. Words are her sparks and her flame. “As the…
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