Abstract: Poem Penciled in Charcoal

Snowbound dark
Grey twig

Clearing its way through
Tract of white

Birches ringing
A glade.

Samizdat Revisted

Where one poet confesses 

To writing reams 

 

Of clandestine literature, speechless 

Others have nightmares 

 

They hand out pieces of his tongue 

And dream, dream, dream. 

 

 

Hassle number 8

Recently received from the author: Hassle number 8, featuring David Miller, Hassle Press: 27 Treverbyn Rd, St. Ives, Cornwall TR26 1EZ UK, hasslepress@yahoo.com

Poet, editor, art/lit critic, and accomplished clarinetist, see The Mind Shop, this is Series 5, #5 of Miller’s Spiritual Letters. A short biography, plus information about David’s many publications and some succinct appraisals of his highly demanding but always satisfying work can be found here. My thanks to David for sending me this “Spiritual Letter” under the guise of a plain black-and-white pamphlet. Much appreciated!

Tangerine

“The commune of Poetry becomes so real that [the poet]
sounds each particle in relation to parts of a great story
he knows will never be completed.”
--Robert Duncan, Bending the Bow

The Sung, tangible as
The word sounds.

In this instance, poet,
A small round

Reddish-orange object plucked
From a mandarin’s bough.

Immaterial

Nothing substantial, a revenant
Forever taking us back to where

We thought we were relevant.