Carolyn Oliver – Three Highways
Three Highways Dusk: two boys single file carry themselves, their arms crescent moons under trees humbled by moths’ winter webs. Bulbous, tumbling out of the rockface, ambuscades of ice. —— Half-broken house lists into another spent field. Geese battalions muster over the marsh. Beyond the reeds an islet of ice, eyeful of a piano webbed […]
Carolyn Oliver’s Inside the Storm I Want to Touch the Tremble, Reviewed by Vivian Wagner
Carolyn Oliver Inside the Storm I Want to Touch the Tremble The University of Utah Press Reviewer: Vivian Wagner The title of Carolyn Oliver’s Inside the Storm I Want to Touch the Tremble is a kind of riddle that gives a road map for the collection itself. This is a collection about traumatic storms, and […]
Carolyn Oliver – Figure Swimming Alone
Figure Swimming Alone Why should I want to press my lips to your shoulder you whose gaze I’ve never met whose mouth, thin as a birch’s lenticel whose knuckles fall, soft ridge of hills why should I want to sliver the morning with you sad-eyed lover of cities gin and oranges on a beach Sacré […]
Carolyn Oliver – Soon Enough
Soon Enough I’d like to lick dew-bedecked daylilies and phlox, larkspur and cosmos. This morning the milk thistles heave their shadows up the painted hill. Someday dew will seem a mercy meant for our machines, our mouths. Mercy tastes like nothing except the barest petals, just insists we feel. Carolyn Oliver’s […]
