Tag: poetry
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almost like almost
almost like almost . . . . . . . he said in land there is a line around a wolf within is other and awe social grace packed who wills foul and unrest . . . . . . . when the chaste self ills the line extends skin to no where inside…
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She-Wolf, Kauttua 1963
For three nights the she-wolf skirted the village. Must be desperate, to leave the forest, her cubs must be starving. The men oiled their guns, waxed their skis, took their time, an easy target this one, no hurry. When she howled, her ahh oww, oww, owwww sliced through the still air, sliced right through the…
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Who’ll Guard the Horse?
for Tim Cope, and his horseback journey from Mongolia to Hungary. Sheered pig fat for the dog, and in his eating, a spirit passing continental drift toward another day revolving. The dog that is protection, the dog that is the anti-crisis. The dog descendent from what is firecracking in temporary fear from…
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To howl
Inspired by and sourced from ‘Ash’ by Autumn Richardson and Richard Skelton, in Relics (Broughton Mills: Corbel Stone Press, 2013). Image credit: John Morgan, Ruins of Drosgol Farmstead, at the foot of Pumlumon (Plynlimon) on the banks of Nant-y-moch Reservoir, near Aberystwyth Part of The Learned Pig’s Wolf Crossing editorial season, spring/summer 2017….
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Corbel Stone Press: On Translation
Run by Autumn Richardson and Richard Skelton, Corbel Stone Press is one of the most distinctive small presses around today, whose work spans books and journals, pamphlets, booklets and music. Their focus is on landscape, nature, and ideas of place – mostly through poetry, but also across painting and drawing, botanical illustration, sound and song….
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Big Bad Wolf
I’m in love with a big bad wolf. It’s causing a bit of a fuss, but when I saw him on Tinder I knew he was the one; there was nothing left to discuss. My brothers told me to dump him, or they’d jump him. Send him back up North. They would get me…
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Foxing
Slip like quiet fire through woods on velvet feet (bad fairies gave foxes their foxgloves to transform them into silent hunters)i. I hear a mouse think under a foot of snow, and making a springing high-dive pounce to catch it, such that my tail waves vertically, joyfully, ludicrously, in the air above me. …
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Tame
the skin peels off my face ……………..Cheap tears of bone organs collapsing, unlace then stitch ligaments. moving spinal columns ……………..I watch my body remove my inner symptoms then cover up pushing against stretched leather ……………..Cut me up for fun in amongst the forest heather displace the poison red staining pale white ……………..Teeth elongating reaching…
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The Light Comes in the Name of the Voice
“The light comes in the name of the voice.” – Jeanne d’Arc, as quoted by Anne Carson in Variations on the Right to Remain Silent And in the end, only this moment. First the ash-pile, white, fine wood-ash, grimy ice, a grey noon. The pigs. Frost lacing the leaves. The girl with itchy…
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Popular Astronomy
Agnes Mary Clerke (1842-1907) was not a practical astronomer, but wrote a number of important books and articles that explained existing astronomical research to the general public. Winter, the ghosts of fuchsias sigh; in the frost, the fox chews mouse-tails. I step in each of my father’s foot-prints as we carry the telescope…
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The Way of Florida
Russell Persson’s The Way of Florida is a compact, driving, rhythmical work – a novel, but quite unlike most. The book revisits the ill-fated Narváez expedition of the sixteenth century, which saw a group of some 600 Spanish, Greek, and Portuguese explorers arrive on the coast of Florida intent on establishing preliminary colonial settlements and…