Main street divided
partially by trees,
and the grounds
of Ashland glow
white for a day or two,
at best, and then
there’s the whatever-
happens-next. I admit
I find some pleasure
in the thought of
a catastrophic end
to it all: the sun
swallowing up itself,
perhaps. All moments
are precarious, held up
alone in the glare of day.
What life reminds me of
is a door we’ve never seen
but somehow we have
to imagine a way
of passing through it.
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ADAM CLAY is the author of A Hotel Lobby at the Edge of the World (Milkweed Editions, 2012) and The Wash (Parlor Press, 2006). A third book of poems is forthcoming from Milkweed Editions. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Ploughshares, Poetry Daily, Crab Orchard Review, Boston Review, Denver Quarterly, The Kenyon Review Online, Black Warrior Review, Iowa Review, The Pinch, and elsewhere. He co-edits TYPO Magazine and teaches at the University of Illinois Springfield.
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Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021