MARTIN JERVIS : A Burning Field
ALISON DANIEL : Kalila
MARTIN JERVIS3 : S.A.D.
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JH: a beautiful description of a prairie fire; but the beauty is in the subtle turn from the scarecrow into sensing and feeling in the last stanza. As if the first two stanza's objectivity is questionable because the speaker 'becomes' the scarecrow. Perhaps nature singes each of us.

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MARTIN JERVIS
A Burning Field
Fires of glowing embers smolder, cling to Hard oak logs, smegma, white ashes, jet black Charcoal, blue fires of impure air, angel whips, Mushroom rings smoke, fatten a cloud, Range fumes along the misty horizon. Pacifies the countryside, pleads insanity in Courts of cooking sheepskins, cobalt dye dies on Grazed stubble, course grass singes and Dries out with the subtlety of loud beats DruCcing on particles of hot barren soil. Haunting scarecrow, cross-sticks, nails apart, Dresses up in smoke of chimney gray, knotting knee caps, Tubular bones cook out a turnip head, handle thighs Flap rags in high wind, empty eyes and doughy ears Crust a pie, baking high winged crows. Sense and feel compass winds, rain bearing, Forcing down ascension air into foreign lungs steeped In tidal solutions, thunder on open pores soak Drowning furrows, reaching and probing through earth beneath, Where root flesh geo-tropes into endless darkness.
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1) We talk about territorial flight, whether black wings symbolize afterlife; the release from flesh and time. 2) Perhaps it's a trick that disappears, then reappears while we do the cha cha cha on the table. 3) Foresight's predictably sublime. The cry of the crow is a raucous 'tomorrow, tomorrow', an omen I wish would be quiet. 4) My hair should be scenting your skin. There's different ways to unwrap our limbs. Lets begin with the 'O' of my mouth. 5) My tongue's the 'V' of the crow's beak when we lie side by side. You'll face north; I'll face south. 6) Can you feel the tickle, those delicious sucking sounds as gentle as feather down?
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every year the seasons traipse through and i use the same reasons to keep warm in winter disappear for the month of December cover up with the blankets sleep in the cracks folded in half like a woman with cramps in the fetal position weeping a lethal combination -cold and barely breathing like firewood must be seasoned in order to turn to ash an incubation period for death this is the last freezing before the breathing starts this year
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MARTIN JERVIS : A Burning Field
ALISON DANIEL : Kalila
MARTIN JERVIS3 : S.A.D.

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