Sky Song
Sky’s lit today. it’s
all moody and shit
heavy with a pregnant
tint. we’re curved under the clouds
in the verge of moisture
nervous behind its refusal
Sky’s lit today. it’s
all moody and shit
heavy with a pregnant
tint. we’re curved under the clouds
in the verge of moisture
nervous behind its refusal
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this is a pileated wooden ball
dropped in a wooden bowl
this is a woodchip guitarpick
lost down the sound hole
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plumber has him
his own ideas
about beauty
eyes worked …
We went on a 12-sparrow walk
so I could teach my soul to speak.
(Jim Harrison said this
is the language of poetry.)
(Few things scare me as much as …
Read and listen to the poem in Shetlandic Scottish below. Scroll down to read the modern English translation.
faddom du dis fur me
da lies o da feddir
maunna makk
da …
Reading by Jake Levine
The door is shut.
The road where flower petals fall
half on this side, half on that.
Of all the things that used to buzz about
no trace …
notes from the understory (layer 20, direction one)
All of it begins. I’m soaked to the skin by a sudden downpour.
My gray silk blouse won’t come free from the skin …
We want to weigh 150 tonnes
and be covered in grey-blue skin
smooth as oil. We want our lungs
to deflate into our chests
when we hunt
the midnight zone
When the arena of war shifted to the planet,
when we listened for the scrape of pangolin nails,
the black beat of rhinos, the crex of corncrakes
who would not …
a knot for the nettles and ditches
a knot for the ragwort’s scald
a knot for the ghosts at the holy well
a knot for the missing child
a knot for …
Iolair Mhara
Two eagles lock talons in mid-flight
and tumble together towards the water
as if they’ll never stop falling,
but they disentangle just in time
and ascend to the top
of …
My brother
what do I do now
with my impulse
to tie our shoes together
and launch them into the wire
the way I think
you think
sublime vistas are conjured
I prepare a …