Hum A minor in silence.
Wrap dreams in orange hazard mesh.
Smile the cadence of grief.
Excommunicate the fat lady from the song.
Denude boot-black from tongues.
Keep epilated memories in a ziplock bag.
Pick and mix plurality. Duality.
Unconsciously risk reality.
My poem ‘Later’ is on of the remix pieces for Week Six of if:Books’ Open Changes project.
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.