I’S I’S I all vision, our vision everything that’s envisioned all tunneled through the narrow shaft of I I, I, I, pierced like carousel horses our thoughts ride around its pole I, I, I, chipped, wild-mouthed immaculate I I the moon skates silver on train tracks beside us and the sun skims the water to… Continue reading Sarah Natalie Webster
Author: Sarah Natalie Webster
seems unable to finish a sentence which begins with her full name, and has decided in general not to comment, except to say that she was born in Auckland, NZ, and is currently living in San Francisco. Her work appears in Minarets, and Quiet Lightning (USA). For the customary biographical quirk; her boyfriend would to add that she drives like a spy.
Sarah Natalie Webster
Still Life Your poetry is an empty room. Your poetry is portrait photography against a stark white background. Your poetry is excessively ergonomic android software. Your poetry is literary late twentieth century male American prose style. Your poetry, so simple! So aesthetic! So abstract! So symbolic! Your poetry is civilized. Your poetry is a slide… Continue reading Sarah Natalie Webster