Posted on November 24, 2011 by JC Blyk
whoever you’re not and whatever else you are, amanda paradysvogel, you’re certainly a poet. That’s good, very good. you have to come out and give us this poetry on a bigger scale. we want a volume of the stuff. we want to make you famous.
Somewhere in the eragrostis mice and shrews lurk. Like thoughts. Like secrets. An owl sits in the forking branch of a gum. Watching. The first feint cluster of stars gathering like a shy family of itinerants. Flayed leaves castanets in the wind’s distemper. Venus burning a firebreak against sunset. Tilting, decanting the day.