Poetry
into the folds of the purple iris which, at dawn, / becomes the hub for spider silk, filament after / filament…
William’s letter uses suicided as a verb / and really why not? The finite action // verb—without an introduction, unreduced by /
other verbs, other introductory phrases
The need to catch up on sleep. An ache to sleep on clean sheets. The prospect of waking up dry.
The way I remember it is different / from the way I dream it. / The memory, over years, / becomes rounded at the edges.
Saleem Hue Penny reads his prize-wining poem, “Never the Less” from BLR Issue 40.
To see how the snow blanketed the trees / along Taughannock Creek Road, I turned off / Route 96 this morning.