“You will be green again, again and again.” Marvin Bell

Mars Being Red
by Marvin Bell
Being red is the color of a white sun where it lingers
on an arm. Color of time lost in sparks, of space lost
inside dance. Red of walks by the railroad in the flush
of youth, while our steps released the squeaks
of shoots reaching for the light. Scarlet of sin, [...]

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“The power of this solitude…” Liam Rector

from The Carpenter
by Liam Rector
The Brahman begs with a bowl, is fed
by bowl. The river knows where
it wants. The ocean is less certain.
Stay with the thinking
that the language itself does.
The power of this solitude is in many
dimensions. It can say
both love and no more.
from Ancestors
by Cesare [...]

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And Reason Remains Undaunted by Anne Carson

And Reason Remains Undaunted
by Anne Carson
Searching for things sublime I walked up into the muddy
windy big hills
behind the town where trees riot according to their own
laws and
one may
observe so many methods of moving green—under, over,
around, across,
up the back, higher, fanning, condensing, rifled, flat in the
eyes, as if
pacing a
cell, like a litter of grand objects, [...]

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