Autoparenthesis I & II
Autoparenthesis I: The sooner the line is cast At the last moment my attention snagged on the pewter anchor dragging partial moods martial and marital across the pure unknown ) Had I not noticed the model schooner suspended like a moon in its crystal mouth? Autoparenthesis II: The catch The beach is a crescented mile beset by bright stones and each is quite unaware of its contagious chatter One night I got very quiet in the foamy interlude I cupped this clueless hand to my ear ( and held my breath for a Phrygian note that would fly from the distant crests and score the rippling of the sheets and sift the dappled floor and pointless distance and pluck my life from an amber bottle and conform to the map of the octopus embedded in mute creases, soaked pages I felt for my ear's mouth, echoing in curled shells then my eye's mouth,...