Excerpt: David Appelbaum


From The Letters and Found Poems of Edisa and Chloea Doesn’t life grow strangely devious? My hands now bear scars from wounds not recalled. Even a smile reaches for proof too often. There is innocence, an uncannycandle to show the album. Did we live through another? That fog-bound island we ate periwinkles our first day? … Continue reading

Poem: David Appelbaum


Of Seagulls 1 fumitory a word like ah slung over a stone lid not the cave nor risen sign neither murmur spells crumbled ash effaced all but a text 2 usher tell it rustle a bushel russet sets and other beautiful hopes lichen of this zone blooms on the rim under the nestle of ether … Continue reading


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