The Instability of Perception
We went looking We went looking for permanence, all around the edges of the graves, Inside our mouths, between tongue and cheek; some fine seriousness. The falling leaves turned away on the wind, We heard only whispers, though they shouted all together All brawled out, rotting in the g
Short Poems
Amongst the sprawling fragments of prose and poetry which make up William Carlos Williams’ Spring and All (1923) lies the following: so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens Everything about the presentation of these lines is u
