Why have meteorologists such difficulty in predicting the weather with any certainty? —Henri Poincaré He got himself fired for a dream today, or was he dream fired? Heat’s out now, anyway. And deadweight fear, and grams of hope? Scattered both from all the open doors to rust, bad breath, cold— and no sunrise behind this morning’s mountain the look of it sheepish and black…
The Way Across Water Is Under River by Shaun McGillis
Three dogs barked. A field of yellow lilies trembled in a breeze. The bridge settled in silt at the bottom of the Sandy River. There will be more, I am sure. The way a woman in the department store ran her fingertips over each garment hanging from the children’s clearance rack as disappointment is a…
Tonguing My Tumblr Dashboard by Chelsea Rebekah Grimmer Kachman
Exquisite: tonguing tongue- ing ton- ging ton- gue- in- g *** *Angels: we have heard (on high)* when we pass through one another: knowledge transience : transparency my forehead lingers inside your heart-space *** Experience: la lllll-a LLLLLL-ahhhhh …
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from The World Encyclopedia of Ideophones by Stacey Tran
ch’izh — (Navajo) the rustling of dry leaves A thicket of birds frightened in the night, but then what of the wings? Tongues by day wrestle with the dry leaves each are left with to digress into verse; bustling, fussing, prattling; the skin moves about in fine linens, there is the skin beneath, much less calm than what appears; a softer crashing; a gathering of…