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ALT Vikki C. holding a copy of Glassworks Fall 2026 issue.
ALT Page 1 of 'Queerness of Our Species' by Vikki C. in Glassworks, Fall 2026 issue.
ALT Page 2 of "Queerness of Our Species' by Vikki C. in Glassworks, Fall 2026 issue.
ALT I TAYLOR SILENT POEMS '... still those still & slow silences..." 3- A meditative and colorful retirement, when these easy motions grow like weeds in the rain and the word 'no' figures in your actions, reversing the flow of flowing to a collection of pools, a storage. To follow the transitions of technique, losing the threads to the cloth, having rags then, and voices cawing in your ears and lettuce wilting on your plate. Wind in your hair moving your eyes up and down blinking at the sand and passing from one day into the next night
ALT Spreading and turning in widened squares of sense, these poems float like buttressed acres of cotton and dust, fragile and woolen momentoes of light columns floating like temples of green & ivory movement to and from crowds of gathering and leaving when awareness gathers and leaves these faces pasted onto paper with caution and let blow in winds as random as the tools they are built from. He passes in the halls, friends from the maske they were fashioned after. The physical energy. Deflected from one direction to another, goes astray, does not pass, goes nowhere, plants steamy roots in the soil and watches the withered sun draw the soil's moisture up from the depths of the earth, passing into the air like columns of steam.
ALT They are still crowded into rooms, making the food go round, piecing the sunlight out of fish heads; there are no plants in this space, dead gestures, caught in the air. Making notes as he passes the machinery, he slides through space with shadowy substances trailing along behind. There is no starch. The halls flood and the stairs run backward, from out to in or down to down. She is still in one room, with her materials gathered into boxes. What have I to offer my children in the moonlight? Petals or leaves or machinery or tales gathered in the twilight, parched & coincidental
