Out on the very edge
of the farthest inkling
of beyond, beyond
the background echo
of the gone beginning,
at the heat death
of the last bit
shivering back
into the nothing
it had been before
before proliferating
out in an accidental
chain of causal
chains of particles
swirling mindlessly
to dis- and re-
combine into the minds
composed of particles
that told the story
of the journey out
of nothing back to nothing
across the pages
of a book high on a shelf
in a library long since
disassembled into
what at the end
will be our only
emissary--that
final trace, our boatman
made of the ghostly
stuff he ferries, of the boat
too and the black water
that isn't water,
or boat or boatman
rowing to no shore.
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Spring Feature 2012
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Feature
- Poets in Person Claudia Emerson and husband Kent Ippolito in Fredericksburg, VA
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Music
- Cornelius Eady "I Need a Train", words and music by Cornelius Eady
- Claudia Emerson "Shot Her Dead", words and music by Claudia Emerson and Kent Ippolito
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Poetry
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Book Review
- David Rigsbee reviews Secure The Shadow
by Claudia Emerson
- David Rigsbee reviews Secure The Shadow