Terri Witek
But Don't Call
Salesmen, hangmen:
we would change into something worse
if, during a moony hour, we nursed
affection toward its natural end.
Of course we'll stay friends
(I mutter this anxious curse).
Deliveryman, poison pen,
I've changed you into something worse.
But as specimens
hooked on gravity, which coerces
even starfish to stay the course,
we'll surely cling (if we meet again),
like oxygen, like countrymen.
The Distance Between Us Tmesis
Child (nesting) ren
Book (sticky) plate
Dog (two yards) gone
Third (husband) rate
Fact (don't bear) checking
Fore (but won't) play
Foot (no less) binding
Nor (find your) way
To (kiss kiss) morrow
Night (broody) mare
Eye (drawn to) shadow
No (goodbye) where
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Marion Belanger: My current project, Continental Drift: Iceland/California, is structured around the geologic boundary that forms the edge of the North Atlantic Continental Plate. I was particularly interested in the fact that this geological boundary has no political allegiance, was not determined by wars, by financial interest, or national demarcation. It is a boundary that cannot be controlled or contained by human intervention. | |
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