Poet, Sheila E. Murphy, wrote in a haibun for Peter Ganick (read full version at http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com): "The word for weeds that should be jewelry makes the yard a globe. The place to... More > pay admission is the mind, where rock formations dry after an overdose of winter." That empty yard is a landfill for every full & generous poem in orientation. Look here to energize the mind's eye and elasticize the sky.
"some sunshine every sleeper is
convinced of essences a malleability-
cull it ductile-seeking neutrality one
step from togetherness-"< Less
"This book is an anti-virus program. It dissolves grammatical build-up. Soothes syntactic overdose. Relieves the pressure of a world gone viral. Open up. Worlds flow in. Rote acceptance... More > crumbles. What flow? Listen down, beyond earshot. You fade into shelved oblivion, reclaimed from human swamp. Mind contusions pend. Feral undercarriage bottoms out, gutters into upside trough. Touchpad hues cry for you. Entrails point to all signs in weathered veins. Towns collapse. Datelines fault into summer lofts. Skies sift memorized self tonic; undertones resurge in fallen shock. Drink down sweltering ingots of Ganick attack. He’ll shave your morning; you turn up again in raw words." ---John Pursch< Less