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Wes Benson, contributor
Suggested Reading Mount Analogue, Rene Daumal Interview with Robert Lax, New York Quarterly No. 30 The Well at the World’s End, William Morris Conversations at the West End, Michael O’Brien Interview with Michael O’Brien, Zoland No. 4 Oranges are Not the Only Fruit, Jeanette Winterson The Double Invention of Komo, Jay Wright Suggested Listening Beethoven: […]
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from Branches
One places one thing next to another and finds them there. A sky hangs long overhead, and there is something there where the eye goes. § If it is these things, the shape that suggests a line that traces the mind’s current weave settles here. A water glass. A new glint of light as the […]
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Cradle: Rose
in a contrail glyph in a bounding particle, all flesh its pleated crystals chew, in vowels carries me drowsy bellowed each O, a little G-d
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Cradle: Moss
dreamt in the white exclusive to mist where chutes patter strata of soft rock and loamy detritus candleless, we’re dipped shadows in the plungepool’s infusion of algae and sunk creams
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Conjunction
the so-called ‘peacock’s tail’ the ring of colors in the flask subsides in time making room for whiteness the goddess Venus
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After Grackles (for Ric Caddel)
Home, home. The choosing to live where form becomes clear. The wind standing still.
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On the Beach
I sit here tonight, no jukebox playing. These are the quiet hours in which the world persists despite itself or my sense of it. Earlier, sun on my neck, I said, “I will never be a scholar.” What I meant was I feel meant for nothing. One watches with questions as the moon moves through […]
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Eclipse
Long distance information, there are things we know we know. Once, the phone was torture enough, you there waiting alone. There are things we know. We know dusk precedes what we call Night— you there, waiting alone. The day erased, lessons done, dusk precedes what we call Night. I have taken no one’s name, the […]
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How to Get Found in the Woods
What about following streams is a mirrored question meant to juke that hive mind. It’s the survivalist’s don’t-elephant- think trick.