☀ What Sparks Poetry: J. Michael Martinez on S*an D. Henry-Smith’s "Wild Peach"

when I consider the great many things that disappoint me I start w/ myself & end in the stars & refresh in the nauseating glow of gaseous capacities. it's what you'd want, deep spring swimming all blooms are latent potential realized

running around & away

your hand at its heaviest is still a gentle wind ushering a sharp delivery sharp intellect sharp sensitivity to the order & disarray. you make me weep w/ the weather w/ the weathered w/ the mothered w/ the memory. a study of the particular, a study of the width of obsession, of play & the particular, a confidence in kind in colliery in culinary in respite in repose like blue eucalyptus like caspia

running around & away

bright & bold rhythm & boombat a touch of laughter too. bop & boo'd up. I write around what I can't say & get explicit in that, you just get explicit & I'm jealous in that way makes me so happy we're here in the greendome at the same time. so we giggle thru the gush thru the bitter greens thru the churning of thick milks the ooze & awes of the gelatinous the ritual of amaro easing the summer stomach in our finest cloths & Mary Janes in communion w/ our contemporaries counterparts counterpoints & the like

running around & away

it's never too late or too dark in our kitchen cinnamons & sansho in abundance the labour is all the herbs we can't describe in ease. a tasting menu of domestics, where the only payment is presence. the project of "What if This Time I Do Nothing but Watch" the project of "What if I Do Nothing" & after work after hours we embrace the nonnarrative the un-linear the rectangular & all that's all tangled in we fortify our plans to flee to our lovers & loved by any & all means running around & away