An evening of midsummer heat and magic. Listening to Tessa Micaela, a Philly poet I've not heard before, I had to catch my breath at her hushed, powerfully evocative meditations of the Idea of the The City.
Earthspeak Magazine mentions a chapbook, CUSP, but I've not been able to find it.
Here's a link to the poem on Earthspeak:
Earthspeak Magazine mentions a chapbook, CUSP, but I've not been able to find it.
Here's a link to the poem on Earthspeak:
What We Used to Call Silence
All around the house
are the kinds of noises
we are not used to;
birds at no real distance
spread wings and extend
to the winds. Limbs
of hemlocks are pronounced
unhurriedly, are shadows
in an exhaling sky.
... the rest HERE
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