Issue 1 Feature Poet:
2HEL (Marissa Allen)
Christian W. Thiede
Gravity of asteroids, suns & stars, fractured
Firmament there. Here,
and now, more precisely, a watching point.
Like live cams at Fifth Avenue & 45th
capturing each&every object flowing through
inert space and time and, hey!
you are there!
Until [the] leaves and
things begin to fall, time/ stands still.
Resonant with serene dignity not
often found in colours or small
Ohh, the past is solid,
you can bank on it, you can sit on
it. Chill-- agh! in this capacity
light can be so purely passive.
Low-watt. Energy-efficient like
an organic piece of art-- say, bonsai-- patently
evolving, shifting, riffing though blue & blue time,
whiz-bang-erasing short-term memory & celebrating
Why not manifest
sequence? Goddamn moon all in red
with a big, black isthmus. A waiting
point.... Intervallic. Sequence…
sequence is destiny, sweet permutation
of time and tan. Song, then, the language
of orioles and whales.
and elegant as sky. Like
the way Ali walked to a corner
when Foreman spun &
fell/ back in the Jungle.