Podcast with Martha Nichols and John Vogel
Vote for Art! Readings and commentary by TW poets, writers, and visual artists.
Vote for Art! Readings and commentary by TW poets, writers, and visual artists.
How much there is to sing of, breathless as frog at noon, a song echoing desire, our pent-up viral longing for something more than monitor.
To make something from the desires both to hold and to be held.
She says, “Just hum me a few bars” — as though you were the one in charge of this gig.
Sound like flesh warms the back of our necks, fills that space between vertebrae and skull.
All day I bundled my strength in my lantern room and shone.
I know a lot about empty skylines and the land that has become a hollowed belly.
They’re taking things away from you, those hidden elites, those threatening other-colored others.
I wonder about the half-advertent suicides. About a person who writes about a wing in the sky.
But at least that world’s alive to rage and mourn.