If you like reading poetry, like taking poems apart, would like to write your own poetry, but cannot write poetry, you can write a cento. What is a cento? It is that, and much more. You tell me. Here’s one by Simon Muench! Answers in next week’s issue. Winners to be announced via snail mail. -ed.
at a live heart, the sun breaks down.
What is important is to avoid
the time allotted for disavowels
as the livid wound
leaves a trace leaves an abscess
takes its contraction for those clouds
that dip thunder & vanish
like rose leaves in closed jars.
Age approaches, slowly. But it cannot
crystal bone into thin air.
The small hours open their wounds for me.
This is a woman’s confession:
I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me.