CONVERSATION
Horizon
bound by
road signs
and wires.
Low tide:
wide swaths
of mud
rub in.
Words, we
have none.
We're lost
in the tone
splayed
between
shadows
bending
with the
wind's pitch.
Joseph Massey
This from Joe's latest little book – Within Hours – from The Fault Line Press, who don't seem to have a website. If you want a copy contact Joe or email me & I'll forward.
2 comments
Hi Joe,
Within Hours arrived Friday morning. Many many thanks! It's a beautiful little production. I especially like the font you/they have chosen – old-fashioned – gives the poems a stately grace.
The poems, of course, are gorgeous – as emotionally complex as ever – with more than a touch of bitterness. The whole book feels quite autumnal – something lost, something not yet gained. I'm always amazed how much you lay yourself bare – how much you reveal – without confession – just through intense observation and finely tuned expression. It's strange how writing a poem is itself an act of compassion – an admission of the world, one's natural place in it, and a revealing of the world's natural processes; and how being a poet is to be so gently and compassionately within the process of living. You guys – you & Jess especially – have shown me that living and compassion can be one and the same. You take responsibility.
Much love,
Steven
A remarkable book. Ryan Murphy is equal to the task of the beauty of these poems. & thank you for your kind words here.
Much love to you.
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