kinderflauten
My feet, at the ends of my legs, do their job.
My face competently presents itself to others.
My hands do their job of grasping fruit
from my neighbor’s grove while my
In and Out of the Marvellous
In the early days of cinema, moving images were often perceived as something
akin to a magic trick. Most likely this had something to do with the veracity of
the images; audiences famously
My CD Collection, Week 3—V/A, <i>Bob Dylan in the 80’s: Volume One</i>
This is an ongoing series by Chris Davidson, our poetry editor. Entries for
Weeks 1 and 2 can be found here.
[http://www.curatormagazine.com/author/chris-davidson/]
The first Dylan album I bought
Lessons of the Eucharist
In teaching babies, one points to objects:
“Lamb.” “Food.” “Lamp.” “Spoon.”
One guides baby’s hand.
Still splotches of oatmeal smear onto chin,
drips of small drops.
The lamb sits with stitched lips.
The Wounds of Belief
hoe met up before a show. He was wearing a bandana around his face while working
on the ancient wheels of his ancient tour bus, adorned with hand-painted flowers
and cracked windows. We