Out here,
It is dangerous.
mad men inhabit the blue hour,
glittery fictions glide
In the crevice of shadow
comfortless as firedogs in the wind.
here,
heat-cracked crickets
creep into our hair.
*
Erasure of Sylvia Plath's Sleep in the Mojave Desert from Crossing the Water
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Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Sleep
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Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Bonewhite light - A Plath Cento
Something else hauls me through air——
Listen: these are its hooves:
A bonewhite light
behind all things.
The low smokes roll from me like Isadora’s scarves.
A life baptized in no-life for a while,
the spirit
escapes like steam.
Tonight it has receded like a ship's light.
I can't get it out of my mind.
*
This is a cento constructed with lines from Sylvia Plath's poems from Ariel: Ariel, Elm, Fever 103, and poems from Crossing the Water: Insomniac, Last Words, The Surgeon at 2 a.m., Zoo keeper's Wife
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