Category Archives: Marie Fox

Snow In A Field At Night

I passed a painter all alone Walking in the night, her eyes filled With rods measuring remembered Skies and their uncertain hues Against wide wavefronts of blue Twisting particles and pieces torn From dying stars and galaxies Into figures like … Continue reading

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A Crisping of Leaves (after before Nightfall) (poems from old notebooks, Shaken by Physics)

A Crisping of Leaves (after Before Nightfall) August. You awake with Death in your throat Laughing; his nicotine yellow beard shedding, Filling, like asbestos, the spaces Between everything. You awake with Death In your throat laughing and you say Fuck … Continue reading

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Nothing Subtle (a poem by request)

Another poem written at the request of Marie Fox, painter. She gave me three words: slivered, subtle, grasses. Here’s a link to the first one, Premature Epitaph for a Painter. Nothing Subtle There’ll be nothing subtle about the cold August … Continue reading

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Premature Epitaph for A Painter (a request, process)

The other day my friend Marie Fox, the painter, was telling me about a self-portrait she’s working on (no, not the painting above—that’s one I stole from her artist page for this post). She said, “John, I think it needs … Continue reading

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