Five Branch Tree

  • Ancient Subterranean Fires
    --Elizabeth Willis 
    When I crossed the road, I burned with the heat of its traffic. Time as movement, a government of rushes. All those itching satellites, blind among the dreaming guns. A bee in its lace is the author of something. Easy work is out there, just beyond the mines. A cab into heroic legend, the first of its kind. To look back on gasoline as hoof and leaf. A moving eye, scrolling through the weeds. Just another carnivore frozen at the spring. As dirty as heaven, a skeleton key.

  • Verses Omitted By Mistake
    --Elizabeth Willis 
    Were I invited
    to draft that flower 
    an unfixed wilder thing
    would fix upon my palm 
    Those wolves are numbered
    to a government rifle 
    If Lucy rules
    the castle of indolence 
    I joy to dream
    a more fortunate planet

  • Belief in Magic
    -- Dean Young 
    How could I not?
    Have seen a man walk up to a piano
    and both survive.
    Have turned the exterminator away.
    Seen lipstick on a wine glass not shatter the wine.
    Seen rainbows in puddles.
    Been recognized by stray dogs.
    I believe reality is approximately 65% if.
    All rivers are full of sky.
    Waterfalls are in the mind.
    We all come from slime.
    Even alpacas.
    I believe we?re surrounded by crystals.
    Not just Alexander Vvedensky.
    Maybe dysentery, maybe a guard?s bullet did him in.
    I believe there are many kingdoms left.
    The Declaration of Independence was written with a feather.
    A single gem has throbbed in my chest my whole life
    even though
    even though this is my second heart....

    [via poetry foundation]

  • [ Song of the Wood Thrush ; Charles Burchfield (1950) ]

  • Everything is natural. The light on your fingertips is starlight. Life begins with coiling ? molecules and nebulae. Cruelty, selfishness, and vanity are boring. Each self is many selves. Reason is beauty. Light and darkness are arbitrary divisions. Cleanliness is as undefinable and as natural as filth. The physiological body is pure spirit. Monotony is madness. The frontier is both outside and inside. The universe is the messiah. The senses are gods and goddesses. Where the body is ? there are all things.  
    --Michael McClure