Revue Solstices n°1 – contents
October’s ready-made
metaphors,
almost hidden
behind billboards
and vacant warehouses,
mesure the afternoon’s
accumulations –
the overcast
understones –
this slow vacillation.
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Fragments
of fragments
fill the hollow
of the day.
Thoughts lost
resound in
not being found.
And the weather’s
changed, again.
Rain –
recollection.
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Untitled
White sun sunk
gray as memory,
as yesterday’s
errors
lose voice,
as a word
is erased
into the blank
space
that bore it.
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In vines’
leaves
latticed over
the sunk shed roof
gnats or bees
– both – blur.
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an otherwise un-
spoken space
between door frame
and hedge
made active
by gnats
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For a last page
Memory moves
forward and back-
ward – an echo
gathering more
and more silence.
(from At the point)
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