Three poetic studies from “A Count”
the past
remained just as it had been
nailed fast
to the special moorings
of the future
Category: Sonia Farmer
Sovereign
You see it then: the violence of tropical light,
all living things now reduced to chalk outlines against a bruised sky, knuckled
daylong into perfect blue performance. And you too, you realize,
are knuckled, sore with the weight of expectation, pummeled by the script
of nationhood, its exhaustive choreography.
Three Poems from The Best Estimation in the World
Sonia Farmer SIT DOWN AND TRY TO BE SOMEONE: (This Is Not) an Interview with the Interior Designer 1. how wonderful that at this kitchen table people are seeking adventure knowing that it will be delivered to them come in do you...
