Anaximandrian
hung between
two
absences
like
light waiting
to be let in, to let
us be
A rant at war
with itself
or an errant ant?
An arrant
readiness for war
or an anti-
war rant? Or
simply a war
rant: a rant
yelled out
while charging ant-
like into war?
words learned in my sleep
an appetite for translation, for what’s not, lost in it
poems put into the language of numbers
a line drawn through a misspelled word
debt we have yet to owe
a woman going bald reading a poem
a sensation in dreams, an amorphous membrane one might reach out to touch
approaching a city then walking its streets until dawn
a controlled form of falling
commentary of water upon itself
nothing adding up
page before the first page only
getting or not getting the last word
two
absences
like
light waiting
to be let in, to let
us be
Warrant
for John LevyA rant at war
with itself
or an errant ant?
An arrant
readiness for war
or an anti-
war rant? Or
simply a war
rant: a rant
yelled out
while charging ant-
like into war?
Snow
words learned in my sleep
an appetite for translation, for what’s not, lost in it
poems put into the language of numbers
a line drawn through a misspelled word
debt we have yet to owe
a woman going bald reading a poem
a sensation in dreams, an amorphous membrane one might reach out to touch
approaching a city then walking its streets until dawn
a controlled form of falling
commentary of water upon itself
nothing adding up
page before the first page only
getting or not getting the last word
Ekleksographia #1
January 2009
Poems
Philip Rowland
Philip Rowland lives in Tokyo, where he works as a university lecturer, as well as editing and publishing NOON: Journal of the Short Poem. Publications include a book-length sequence of poems, together still (Hub Editions, 2004) and a chapbook, where rungs were (Noon Press, 2007). A third collection is planned for 2009.