29 Oct 514. Supple in Seattle
More Salish art and a poem resulting from what the postcard fest instructions suggested since year 1, that is “something of the here and now” should/could get into the poem. That’s what postcards are after all, no? My ongoing battle with dehydration and the fest as respite from life in pre-crash USAmerican empire are also recurring themes of the work.
Brendan McBreen
Posted at 16:13h, 05 November“the poem reveals
its own
suppleness”
in gray Autumn
waning
the face
of my interconnected
self
traversed
by spiders
on two sides
of the glass