Verse...
Warning: "Zuihitzu in Progress" (This may take a decade or two...)
Waiting for a great poem to come is like waiting at the heels of Mount Vesuvius, patiently licking your lips--for centuries, there is nothing worthy of putting down while a small town
begins to bubble its way to the surface...
Meanwhile, perhaps you should check out Christine Olson's latest chapbook from Rattle: The Last Mastodon, which features an overlapping of paleontology and one of America's founding fathers.
Here is an excerpt from the book's jacket:
Eleven foot at the shoulder, Max
is the largest mastodon in the West.
Jefferson owned Sally Hemings.
I never could make small talk with my father.
I told you this was a catalogue of damages.
Oh god, the mouth is such a weapon.
begins to bubble its way to the surface...
Meanwhile, perhaps you should check out Christine Olson's latest chapbook from Rattle: The Last Mastodon, which features an overlapping of paleontology and one of America's founding fathers.
Here is an excerpt from the book's jacket:
Eleven foot at the shoulder, Max
is the largest mastodon in the West.
Jefferson owned Sally Hemings.
I never could make small talk with my father.
I told you this was a catalogue of damages.
Oh god, the mouth is such a weapon.