The collaborative poems in last night's salon lengthened over pages into overlapping dreamscapes. Some wonderful new works shared, including a reading of a 21-minute narrative poem and, um, some digital code. Writers and appreciative listeners are welcome to join us in the next salon, and, as a taste-tease, enjoy this little bit of the exquisite,…
Tag: exquisite corpse
Window in
The house gets transparent, a flower sneaks in, and the sun rhymes with itself. As in this photo of my daughter's artwork, overlaps occur as a matter of accident and curiosity in the poems I like most.