What is the Beautiful? by Kenneth Patchen The narrowing line. Walking on the burning ground. The ledges of stone. Owlfish wading near the horizon. Unrest in the outer districts. Pause. And begin again. Needles through the eye. Bodies cracked open like nuts. Must have a place. Dog has a place. Pause. And begin again. Tents… Continue reading “Pause. And begin again.”
Maria Haskins 