A red woodpecker scales the live oak, while I sleep, the phone rings makes its erasures: a demolition/construction a dream in which I’m revising a list with my father—gone the way of whole neighborhoods in the Bronx. Robert Moses shrugs his concrete shoulders Robert Moses, I say, drop the knife. In the summer of 2001, I lived… Continue reading Big Theory by Susan Briante
One of my (many) childhood fantasies was having an identical twin. You too? Check out the repetitive hilarity of illustrator Judy Kaufman. Bring back the joy! (via Art MoCo)
If the heron comes in low over the marshes, if it shadows the car as you drive west toward the sea, breakwater holding the lip of the coming tide at bay while the autumn sun cast one gold and pink sheen over the grasses like a spell, like all the secrets you tell yourself while… Continue reading Cusp by Melanie Braverman
This work by Sebastiaan Bremer truly blows me away! Whoah! [via grain edit]
the rustle of a Sunday bundle of newspapers tucked under my father’s arm stop and no father walking toward me stop on the branch only oak leaves reddening as wind ripens their talent for exodus stop on the lawn a scatter of wrens head-down but tail-erect stop no bringing back the other world though every… Continue reading please advise stop [the rustle of a Sunday bundle of newspapers tucked under my father’s arm stop] by Rusty Morrison
New Must-See VisPo
In a set of photographs published in the most recent edition of Indigest Magazine, you can see Parsley Steinweiss’ pictures of books. But they don’t look much like books. Enjoy!
slow fields blink past orchard in fall the stream moves clear slow moves in fields blink past stream fall the clear orchard slow fall moves fields blink clear past stream in the orchard orchard slow fall past moves in blink clear fields the stream fall moves clear past slow stream in fields the orchard blink the slow blink past stream clear in fall fields orchard moves past… Continue reading Orchard in Fall by Nate Pritts
This week I “met” Marta Pelrine-Bacon on a blog that I read regularly called Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast. I’m totally gaga over her work. Wow!
I found this videopoem through my friend Laura Mullen, who posted it on facebook. The video is inspired by the poem “Going West” by Maurice Gee. The video is sponsored by the New Zealand Book Council. Fasten your reader’s seat belt. Credits: Film for NZ Book Council Produced by Colenso BBDO and Animated by Andersen… Continue reading The Fringe of Symmetry
Last month I posted this. My friend Marlene said, if you like that maybe you'll like this too. I do, I do!
By sandbag by flood by fire and by beetstink by traincars by offers by youth by wrinkledom by hospital by cowardice by a slapdash collection of ands by a stalwart obsession with carrion birds by living by living within a set of escape hatches by sandbagging by flood by silence by ricochet by spores on… Continue reading Fargo Bardo by Paula Cisewski
This is an ad for the Anagram Bookshop in Prague by kaspen. I found it on a great blog called word and image by Sigrid Jones.
He paints in the colors of awe. Visit Mitchell Johnson's site to see more of his work.
I was barn. I was razed. I was mot this flame with no’s sum else blue’s blame noir yearning down the house. No, it was I and I blank I bandit blather that louse that fiddle-dee-dee little lame chimera that came as the name yes different. I wracked my refrain, that blousy souse. I was… Continue reading Fonder a Care Kept by Heidi Lynn Staples