How the two fester at odds with each other, poets and scar tissue. The poet pulling off scabs, peeling back the layers and scrubbing the skin raw; the scar tissue glazing over the wound, smoothing the suture, bridging the cut. Imagine sticking the words onto paper, stitching them on, tacking to keep them from tumbling, […]
Filed under: Kate Marshall Flaherty by akublik Date 28 August, 2008
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Barnsmells of hay and chicken-shit, dried white like gypsum and dust-chokey to inhale, underscore the hens purring under the hot lightbulb. Some shuffle and crane their necks in a pecking hammer, bead eyes blink—caviar in feathers— while some are still, the low trill and guttural sounds of the brooders, soothing as they roost. Hens plume […]
Filed under: Kate Marshall Flaherty by akublik Date 25 August, 2008
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