Thursday, October 05, 2006

Jorie Graham

from THE TIME BEING

Engine rising [we know there's a hill] then evening-out to a
smooth hum, then into the story with fictive
presence, even as it crosses through the length of town then out.
When the woman calls out, it's not as if the netting
caught her. She knots up the far left of
the listening. A small boy suddenly very near to the
right taps a glass jar with a metal
implement, then he taps a different openness.



Here's a bio of Jorie Graham at The Academy of American Poets.

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