Resident Poet


Image: A wide body of water on a hazy sunny day, with winter trees on the shore beyond. The water is reflecting the glare of the sun.


which do not recover themselves, do not

set roots under time, which

flap between language 

and sound

and cannot be translated


or pooled neatly


eating and eating.


Waters which do not lie on their backs

and give away their secrets 

of plurality, waters


whose crashing is only the beginning

of their madness, waters

which are clean of hours.

Only memory can scrape the seabed

and feel 



or avoid the shadows,

or dive and make holes,

certain to return to a whiteness

gasping and gasping.


 Image by Michelle Mendieta Mean

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