where is the river :: a poetry experiment is a
bi-monthly poetry journal open to a variety of aesthetics, forms and
experiences, with a preference towards showcasing work by emerging writers. There is no single
path, nor any single way. Founded in September 2017. Edited by Kiefer JD Logan.
Seeing is forgetting
the name of the thing seen
The flower has been dying
silently beside me for days now.
Softly unburdening itself.
If I were to touch it ever so lightly
all the petals would be upset
and topple like the last bit of drink
in my mug all over the papers
on my desk. This slightly generic
image happens to me
on a Sunday morning, gently,
a homage to days taken off
in the past, the cotton shirt stuck
over my head in the act of pealing
it from my skin. Fetching
is a synonym for beauty.
Driving over to the pick-up point
to fetch an instant of attraction.
Becoming is also a synonym
for beauty. To burgeon,
to longingly cling to the act
of a future self. As syntax erodes
Montreal December 31, 2016
When last was cornucopia
a sign of decadence?
baskets brimming, divers
lisping along that rattan lip,
the most lethargic still
lifes in existence. I walk
across the Christmas cake
ganache pedestrian walkway
whittling at a po…