Lake River Mirror-water Yes come in we can meet on the other side of the obvious—the cerebrally palsied head immortalized at fifty-five degrees, the wet spiderwebs and cherry blossoms, the rain crystalline by streetlight, the wheat in its monk’s robes silently climbing its spiral stairs. So we open up the palm we open up the […]
It’s not words we need tonight, but the antidote to what has already been said. Yes, there’s a man sitting lakeside in an idling car. Yes, there’s a slug crossing a road in the rain, and a drugstore where people sway like tropical leaves—in a wind that thinks of antibacterial soap and condoms, a two […]
Sam Taylor, author of Body of the World (Ausable Press, 2005), talks about two poems he wishes he’d written.