Take a stand out sharp thing, smack against another
so unlike it: winter trees on snow--juxtaposed with sounds
that cut through frozen air. When poetry wears the red/green
blue/orange muffler of surprise, it flares like northern lights
and waits for you to pair it up with syllables part
shout, part curse, part prayer~ it knows
no other way.
Original link for this issue has gone down, but
no matter. I've found a photographer with creative
delicacy and sweeping imagination. I know I've stumbled
onto something wonderful when my eyes feel like they're
staring at a Fourth of July sparkler. Click to enjoy
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