Sara Burant – Four laundromat sonnets
Four laundromat sonnets You talking to me? I say in my head, channeling a Travis-Bickle- without-the-gun attitude, trying it on like clothes you don’t have to wash because it’s always raining. There’s no one else here so that man must be talking to the dryers: Doin’ ok? About done? Someone I loved yelled when I […]
Sara Burant – A noticeable degree
A noticeable degree Time accelerates while I shrink, morning once more a giant’s house I enter, unsure what I’ve come looking for. In a photo I find online, Svante Arrhenius has the bearing of a furnace. Using slide rule, pen, ink and paper made from boreal trees, he performed the “complex, tedious calculations” demonstrating the […]
