If I could go back in time I'd choose early 1985. I'd withstand the chintz and cat eyes, the smell of crimp-scorch, to backcomb in music, a cultural revolution. Hidden in the collected works of Isaac Newton is a code for time travel. It explains abandoned Aristotelian notebooks. It explains the ferocity of the two … Continue reading Charivari
Month: September 2017
Revolutions
Feet in step from bitter, snow brogues, kick-rhythms evaporate. Replaced by a shaved step- father’s smoothed semi- automatic carpentry. Palm to gun- stock in your space; a territory. Still it was rhythmic and artful, kitten scrat technology. Chest rises, inhale all known knowledge, exhale application. Exhale wood, breathe in black powder from bore shells, conflagrating. … Continue reading Revolutions
Bookmark
I must have left a bookmark when I last read your mind. I could follow your wicked thoughts by the trigonometry of your grin, viewed against an obtuse gaze. Careless with my place-holder, I lost my way in your ideas. The dam of it sits somewhere about your cheekbones. It stops the hearth of friendship … Continue reading Bookmark
Lucy A. Evans Poetry 