EVENT VITAL STATS
3 HOURS - 28 POEMS
DATE: OCTOBER 26th 2018
LOCATION: NEW BRITAIN MUSEUM OF AMERICAN ART
EVENT: MUSEUM AFTER DARK : 12th ANNUAL HALLOWEEN BASH
MAIN MUSE: THE LOVE SCRIBE WITHIN ME, BARTON FINK, THE ADDAMS FAMILY
3 HOURS - 28 POEMS
DATE: OCTOBER 26th 2018
LOCATION: NEW BRITAIN MUSEUM OF AMERICAN ART
EVENT: MUSEUM AFTER DARK : 12th ANNUAL HALLOWEEN BASH
MAIN MUSE: THE LOVE SCRIBE WITHIN ME, BARTON FINK, THE ADDAMS FAMILY
THE POETRY CARDS
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• SELECTED POEMS from the event (essentially unedited) •
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i glanced askew and time took me -- when i fell asleep i was sweating and the night took me of my dewiness - craning my neck to find the sweet spot of my pillow -- i went down for you and you barely even knew it my rings were off and they knew it -- when the ground becomes wet there will be a moment to listen, but for now i will put them back on my fingers and try to comb them through my hair. 3.
when it stopped glistening i started to run. lifetimes are slower than that moment was -- there are panthers who have never seen a cheetah or a lightning bolt run faster than i did that night. the dripping had ceased and so i left it there, almost rotting. it had been a long night but not the kind you can't remember -- it had been the first night that had started me to forget. |
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when the gallows took my mother the dirt below my feet told me not to worry -- i walked above it and then one night it showed me down to its inside, i was seventeen then and i found myself wondering why the hadn't taken me, too -- when i'm walking there are times when they air becomes still and soft and i know that i can hear her. "walk gently, my love, let the rocks below foot instruct you, you will find me when the night is low and the trees are high and when i'm there trust you will know me" i pulled a pebble from my foot and walked on, again... 4.
back to atlantis is where she said we were going -- there was a white quality to the beach that i hadn't seen before & i swear when i got off the plane she looked so fucking much like a dolphin -- the ocean is wide and voluminous like the space between us at times and when we arrived to the side of the earth and the water i lost her -- when she was gone i found myself looking for seashells as if that would replace her -- i still have them though they're a bit dusty now. |