and I was just a little diplomat from another dimension, bound by the terms of the deal I had struck at the gates of perception
I love the light touch of magical realism, those empathic purple cabbages and the six-thousand-year waiting period. Just enough to give the hard reality its soft edges.
Mikko Harvey making cabbages holy, whenever I see their name on a page, I stop what I'm doing and read.
Delightful, surreal, and so absurdly real too, leading to that terrible, inevitable moment of separation.
Good surreal poems are difficult to poll off, and I really love it when they do. I think it’s the ending that really makes this one work
A modern version of Ezra’s “Separation on the River Kiang.” Heartfelt without being sentimental, in a simple package.
So beautiful
The rhymeschema of this work is simple but runs strong under its own steam. Thanks ever so. +1
I love the light touch of magical realism, those empathic purple cabbages and the six-thousand-year waiting period. Just enough to give the hard reality its soft edges.
Mikko Harvey making cabbages holy, whenever I see their name on a page, I stop what I'm doing and read.
Delightful, surreal, and so absurdly real too, leading to that terrible, inevitable moment of separation.
Good surreal poems are difficult to poll off, and I really love it when they do. I think it’s the ending that really makes this one work
A modern version of Ezra’s “Separation on the River Kiang.” Heartfelt without being sentimental, in a simple package.
So beautiful
The rhymeschema of this work is simple but runs strong under its own steam. Thanks ever so. +1