THE LOWERING OF EARS Thirty thousand locks, like colonies of commas. All those pockets and roomy pauses, where our words refuse to fit. Every question is as boundless as a shark-eye. Each parenthesis a fishhook— the worm, your furrowed brow. I ask trivial things about the art scene in Calgary. Avoiding her name like nettles, […]
Zach Pearl | LEANING OVER
LEANING OVER Leaning over a bridge in Bickford Park, larks and ermine burgle the Serviceberry. The chains we lug about keep me upright; it’s not falling I fear but the wilderness below. We slow down to swallow sound, rustling leaves and swaying grass—shielding Spring ciphers. Somewhere in the underbrush of seasons past loom answers […]
Zach Pearl | BUZZING
BUZZING In awe and envy of the space-black fly as its peppercorn-body bounces ………………………………………… [like spitfire] off the edges of our attic bedroom, aware by the time it collides with another juggernaut of drywall it has already forgotten the intimate pain of pavement. Runaway punctuation from an ill-crafted sentence, the fly is faster […]