Tag Archives: Allison Boyd

A Tension

Attend to this                 constriction: give attention to constriction                   such strict tension Attend restrictions with care. Your flair for entanglement here will vary the angles at which we attend: attendance is mandatory. Attendance is compulsory but come, your pulse is … Continue reading

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Perseids, August, Seven

one streaked across madman in Missouri drive myself mad with learning he said, but what then I watch my own face for canopied secrets, and truth that I’ve long learned to recognize eyes steel to resolve resolving and steeling in … Continue reading

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Through Uncivil Twilight

no subtext without context i had thought to make nothing explicit    save pattern and color    angle and definite limit to let any stars (silenced by the distance)    dawn through the soft grid    dawn through all this wool thread weaving, before … Continue reading

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Static

It is the last day of May, and this poem is not about you, any more than life is about that wave of relief that swept over me when my skin recognized the particular smooth plastic back and ridged face … Continue reading

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Solstice to Solstice to Solstice (excerpt 46/365)

Sunrise #1 The clock’s struck winter. It’s the solstice, and the marble’s at the bottom of the bowl. My head’s not in the clouds, it’s above them – my skull the sun itself, my feet (size eight) down there in … Continue reading

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