Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Michelle Angelini


Layered earth
marks time
eroded prehistory
to visible present

promontories anchor
in cerulean streams
Go this way

they whisper to those
who understand
the intrinsic value
of untouched splendor

Green pine giants
protect hilltops
dark contrast
newcomers to forces

In the distance
late arrivals
cultivate nature
to suit their own needs

Monday, February 23, 2009

Jeffry Jensen


As I take one last shaky step
away from the light, I pocket
my count of the dry rocks on an
inverse path to a psychic waterfall.
Soon there will be representational
art in the center of the canyon that
can outlast my unstable astronomy.
I dig up mothers who had manipulated
their fuzzy children as if they
had been testing one of Euclid's theorems
without a pavilion of spiral netting.
It is the pathology of rocks that sweetens
my briny fluids as a spherical palace of
silver girders supports a knuckled horizon.