Martha Silano – Poetry,
Poetry, they said. Focus like a plank of wood stays focused on the plank it rubs against, the nails, on the warping as they age. Stay creative. Like others, create. Flourish like a leaf leafing, like a Kentucky spring, like the network in a stem. Let your brain be French or Guyanese, create un-dreading routines. […]
Martha Silano – What I Wished For
What I Wished For Me, as a flag iris. A.k.a., wild. Me, spending a year with my father’s yellowing files, his yellowing eyes. Me, in a bog. Me, with some of me gone. Me, beside Coreopsis, beside clouds. The me of remember, of my uncle’s clarinet, notes coasting toward Bleeding Hearts. Me, passing from now […]
