Later, At Open Changes

My poem ‘Later’ is on of the remix pieces for Week Six of if:Books’ Open Changes project.

It begins:

Later,
in the first promise of dawn
where powdered hearts
became butterfly wings,
the infinite layers
from which we unravel
shed like onion skin.

There is a veritable cornucopia of possibilities this week. From Tom Dullemond’s “VACCINE” about a Triceratops plague to Rob G. Cook’s historical “MERN KUZH – A TRANSLATED STORY” which has this amazing line:

Memory, after all, forgets; not even you, love, believe in ghosts anymore.

Get in a remix. The possibilities are as endless as you imagination — and if interpretative dance is your thing, there’s even room for that.