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across the paper like a breath.
The slow exhale of thoughts on the page.
The pauses, like the swallowing
between pants. The nature of it all.
The way one thing means another —
the thing is never the thing, as they
say, as it is said. Breathing as the foundation
of health. Health as the foundation
of life. Life as the foundation — turtles
all the way down. Is there any way
to speak anymore without falling
into the stagnant pool of cliché?
I read the cliché is vastly important
to the memorization of Homer’s epics
and so is foundational to the work of poetry
in general. Is this an ars poetica?
Is any poem? Alternatively, is every one?
the throats of adam and eve he left
a jagged shard of rock to screech
and yowl and make a fuss over paradise
We’ve developed a complex too from
the rough fatherly frenching a compulsion
to invent new forms of it continually without
even trying or thinking how they might be
received by those so unfortunate
as to share the rock with us
A laugh from a joke or from someone busting their ass
body just why he killed him
A song or even
a prayer offered up to a god who’d forsaken us
so early gone out to grab some smokes
as our house burned down around us
like lemmings to the sea in a wave
children with our toys strewn around us like bodies
wailing that we don’t have more
I took a whole bunch of pictures last year on an old Contessa camera I inherited from my grandfather. I still need a lot of practice with analog photography, especially in the don’t move when taking a picture and the get the lighting right skillsets. Hopefully, putting my photos up here will light a fire under me to take more photos.