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Showing posts with label blackout. Show all posts
Monday, February 11, 2013
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Ghost Priest
A sliding haze
in dark-webbed branches
wavering gauze-edged, inhabited
by a voice furred with frost,
a haunt of gilded questions.
love gnaws me
a phantom
grace splits from that pale mist.
*Illustration of erasure*
An erasure of Sylvia Plath's Dialogue Between Ghost and Priest
Labels:
blackout,
erasure,
Sylvia Plath
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Sleep
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
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
Labels:
blackout,
Crossing the Water,
erasure,
Plath,
poem,
Sleep,
Sylvia Plath
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