where is the river :: a poetry experiment

Sacha Archer :: from Ghost Writing Klara du Plessis :: Three poems R. Keith :: Gedichte, Punkte Ricky Garni :: Three poems rob mclennan :: from the book of smaller

R. Keith is a persona that works with visuals, texts, poetics, fiction, and exophonic writing. He is the author of four collections of poetry, and five chapbooks. His collection of Visual poetry Chicken Scratch was published in 2017 (eyeameye books) Forthcoming is his 1st novella in 2018.

My family’s all in bed Translating: five full years. Perhaps we may wake, we may sleep; invent a new set of words. I can remember this life; a deep breath. A notebook, misplaced. Scratch a line down. Wonder: how can one describe, the making of art? Tell me what you need. Engage newspaper, coffee, the kettle. The eastern face, shines. House: a stitch of black cloth. The impossibility of experiment. Troubleshoot. Based on a true story, incorrectly transcribed. Five minutes of silence. Jennifer Kronovet, translated Each language we wish to release. I drag the letter. Counted. Syntax is important. Not all sentences can be evaluated. Everything depends upon. Autumn in New York; springtime in Berlin. It does not equal. They say beauty contains the root of space. Can you hear me, now? The Chinese chamber, echoes. Leaving voice to silence. Made of words, this passage. Puncture. Soars across great distances. I call you. Leap. A single, bound. Twenty-first century liter...

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 around you East Plateau, Montreal December 31, 2016 When last was cornucopia a sign of decadence? Domesticated horny, baskets brimming, divers reclining legumes lisping along that rattan lip, the most lethargic still lifes in existence. I walk across the Christmas cake ga...

METAMORPHOSIS It’s funny, when I was little, I never looked at my phone  to see if someone had written me a letter that I could not  toss into a roaring fire WRITING DESK The dictionary is really just a tree with leaves that fall to the ground. I like to pick them up  and make them into funny shapes. Once a year I collect them all and put them into a basket  and burn them so that they might grow again. But never in Fall. Never in Fall. AIRBORNE I dreamt I was walking on a sidewalk behind an orchestra single file on their way to lunch. I was the 111th person in line. Which made me think I was really thinking about war rather than music. Or perhaps symmetry and food. Of perhaps that we float in the air in a melody at night. Ricky Garni grew up in Miami and Maine. He works as a graphic designer by day and writes music by night. COO , a tiny collection of short prose printed on college lined paper with found materials su...

Sacha Archer is an ESL instructor, childcare provider, father, writer, and visual artist. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in journals such as filling Station, h&, illiterature, NōD, FIVE:2:ONE, UTSANGA, Matrix, and Word for Word . Archer’s first full-length collection of poetry, Detour , a conceptual work with the Dao De Jing as the source text, was recently published by gradient books (2017). His most recent chapbooks are, The Insistence of Momentum (The Blasted Tree, 2017), and Acceleration of the Arbitrary (Grey Borders, 2017), with two chapbooks forthcoming, TSK oomph (Inspiritus Press) and upROUTE (above/ground press) . A collection of broadsides from his work Ghost Writing is his latest publication from The Blasted Tree. One of his online manifestations is his blog at https://sachaarcher.wordpress.com . Archer lives in Burlington, Ontario.