A poem by Fanny Howe
The night was almost too long to bear Then there was evidence of mercy-a passing car- milky air-and I could see dry walls & gravel on the way to a highway Atlantic for its grays... More »
The night was almost too long to bear Then there was evidence of mercy-a passing car- milky air-and I could see dry walls & gravel on the way to a highway Atlantic for its grays... More »
I am in the body of something, I know not what. The clamoring is gone. I see Peoples' conversations and They are steady. They are all The same. There appears to Be breathing and something... More »
Penelope is watching me from the ironing board. I lie stretched beneath both a topology and a topography Of soft orange cotton corduroy covered with a three striped Quilt. The slightest turn changes everything. But... More »
I don't now where it is, I can't locate it. But Everywhere it goes it Takes me with it. It has me like the sun. In those moments everybody Seems to notice how my shirt... More »
We are: A note passed between blind strangers. The glass on the rail filled by the rain. The sky changing while we sleep.