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Wednesday, September 9, 2009
AFTER/LIFE
The roiling black-ink cloud consumes the moon and sky, and I was laying on the beach once, high, watching the sea gulls peck at scraps, and realized, “They’d be eating my eyes out, if I were dead!” I guess we’re not so alone, after all…
2 comments:
Anonymous
said...
This is the first of Jon Sanborne's poems I've read, but by no means the last--they connected to me like a plug to a socket, and I read more and more and more of them, growing ever more amazed. They're magnificent.
The artwork of Andrew Kavanagh is sublime, pure and simple.
2 comments:
This is the first of Jon Sanborne's poems I've read, but by no means the last--they connected to me like a plug to a socket, and I read more and more and more of them, growing ever more amazed. They're magnificent.
The artwork of Andrew Kavanagh is sublime, pure and simple.
Thanks for da compliments!
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