—NPR, January 26, 2018
Not every fish is countable. The unquantifiable
shimmers and shakes. Our mobile incompetence
woos us, taunts. How could we not see by now?
We keep searching for a word to describe
miscounted fish. Like failure or fix. Fate
seeking synonym for an ocean. But finding
only the same patterns we hope will be kind. . . .
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Ibe Liebenberg it was hunger. not the lust i imagined. / or the wasted no-shame howl. you sang.
Catherine Wing Did I fall did I / when you fell did I full lose my place / fish in stream as stem in stern / sound spinning?
Elizabeth Spires Under the chair: / old poems that scroll / back through the years.
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