sandstone shelter
in
the language
of slammed doors
the loudest slam means acceptance
his palm reminds me of rain puddling
in the plastic chairs behind the flats
I hear the screeching brakes
of a swan etched on a mirror
rank betrayal with the metronome
what holds us together lasts longer than we do
I put my hands into the silences of my pockets
yes
you don't slam the door until I'm two flights down
please find a reason not to self-destruct
my knees are crumbling like sandstone churches
I'm cleaning our house of horizons
the pain doesn't forget my body
I don't fear death, yes invented the wheel
What a strange emotional trip Claire Gaskin's new book 'Paperweight'
(Hunter Publishers) is. I read the whole book in a sitting and it had
such an odd effect on me. I zoned out, as I paid the closest
attention.
It was trippy. How does she do that!!??
https://www.penguin.com.au/products/9780987580214/paperweight
I really like the way you've posted these two poems together. They DO sink in as one, and yet... they are each so distinct, too. And I also love the way yes is embodied in the second poem. That's ingenious.
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That's a marvellous image...
Her writing is very original. I can see why you felt trippy...it's all those unusual ways of looking at things .....:-)Thanks for sharing these.