‘Or otherwise, leaving the shore of the intermediate sea, / has it been a while since they’ve gone ahead / into the interior of lands of the spirit?’
‘I think of this when raising my eyes / to a filigreed cross in a sanctuary‘’
Ange Mlinko | First Sentence
‘I rediscovered the efficacy of meter (or the ‘contrast between fixity and flux’) when I was stuck in a shark tunnel with my kids and was afraid I was coming down with a panic attack.’
‘Stall here and let the world / go past, the way / the world well might / on heather-coloured days like this,’
‘At first you treat him as a nobility – / a miraculous figure(head) / with no real office. / Then he dies.’
‘On tenterhooks / you think how string constricts, how / it connects, how you followed it back / to Rawtenstall.’
One sprig should do, in a wayfarer’s satchel, to assist in losing all bearings until...
there is no cure for temperament it’s how we recognize ourselves but sometimes within it...
‘Her mother planted a garden in Manhattan. / In that garden is a tree. Some look on it and feel restored. / Others, when the wind lifts its leaves, want to scream.’
A Cloudless Sky
‘A cloudless sky and I’m back / an ice-cold sky-blue rag / for my eyes’
‘Nothing’s left to say between us / everything went / into the train that hid its whistle.’
‘Wanting to get it all in, like / Xerxes tipping his army’s arrows / with saltpeter / so to ignite the Grecian sky.’
'the trees / are slender in the way that things / are almost, though not quite / absent'