An ekphrastic poem, inspired by photographs of Hi Red Center’s Shelter Plan (1964). Will the boxes be our shelter or our container? Given the potential consequences measurements seem almost beside the point and the photographs not so much documentation as a means of identifying the dead (as if you could do that without dental records) [...]
Tag: clock
Baxter Vaughan’s clock (a poem)
This name just popped into my head last night, so I wrote it down… No break for Baxter Vaughan there with the cheese grater and a pen all second thoughts and underlines a clock with not enough minutes on the kitchen wall Coffee cup rings on Baxter Vaughan’s notebook a spill out to the edge [...]
My Monday (a verbless haiku chain)
Oh, Monday! A morning chance encounter tentative next steps the inevitable wait And my favor deficit bigger and bigger a stretch with no signs of hope Attempted birthday message ‘username not found’ scratch that name from my contacts An improvised episode the jokes kind of flat in both east- and west-coast feeds The clock now [...]
