Exquisite fragmentation methods in examining the everyday ins and outs of the mind and liminal examination of reality-sharing. Some of these poems are epic in scope, nature, and exquisite details.
“ ‘Our stings are our destiny’ (iris murdoch) / I’m devoted to you,/ these energies,/ what comes through/ the inner/ inside song/ celestial. / I’m devoted to you” (82)
“ ‘the future is hidden.’ (Kropotkin)/ as one retires to her quarters/ the narrative gathers power/ + people remain./ meander/ through blood./ deciding between/ the social goods. ‘Meaning and confusion/ are both beautiful.’ (Goodman) / + late at night or the mean cashier/ old markets/ where a general idea of many/ became sick/ unto the reality of one./ the turquoise tarp/ housing some pigeons./ that property/ of the baron’s,/ still there on the moon” (95)