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"This big music harrows the brain..."
More Perihelion:
Issue 8:
The Lily
Issue 7:
Passages
Issue 6:
No More Tears
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A quick list to poets featured in this
issue:
Valarie Duff
Nick Flynn
Jim Behrle
Fred Marchant
Jacob Strautmann
Vera Kroms
Henry Israeli
Daniel Gutstein
Joyelle McSweeney
David Dodd Lee
Daniel Bosch
Michael Perrow
Luljeta Lleshanaku
Miklós Radnóti
Nikolai Baitov
Drago Stambuk
Zafer Senocak
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Jacob Strautmann
Late Spring
He was born into middle age, heavy and
strong, a bull, all semen and hooves in the dust in the hot,
hot arenas smirking up at the sun, applause: my father, but a man
ends a snake,
a thin spine and venom lying close in the coolest part of the house.
One day, coiled beneath
sheets, he will try to fill his chest with his knees, amazed at the
depth before water,
the darkness before reflection, the constant sound something like
soil.
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M’s Vortex
Nothing of mine won’t slacken, curl, be
turned by wind. See our hands already ribbons on outrigging.
This big music harrows the brain seizing at something . . .that void
of space above his work; he hovers still,
unbuttons his vest, taps the count, waits a dilation of/in that
space, calm dictation. He hums and low.
Window to lamp, a moth. Imagines a sea-dirge, the
requiem-chorus openmouth, all teeth and holes,
wideeye. And each fills with ocean passing through the wreck’s wet
calyx. That last symphony. You heard it rolling?
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