Working on these poems for a year or a year and a half
made me want to work in a manner of brokenness, of gaps,
of synapse.
And that became the form of most of the poems
that are in remanence.
I decided I would write a whole series of five sentence prose
poems, that the sentences would be independent.
Though I hoped, and I worked that they would have
resonances among them, especially in relation
to titles.
So titles are real important in this one.
And in fact, I thought about having a screen with the titles
up to remind.
I read from this for the first time a couple of months ago.
And I repeated the titles at the end since the poems travel
among parts, distances, that can maybe leave you confused.
So I'm going to repeat the title at the end the way
I did that night, which most of my friends said they thought
worked well.
Let me read a few of these five sentence prose poems.
"Foreboding."
"Having said it, he watched it, singed and twisting
a slip of smoke dissolving in candlelight above the table.
The spaciousness inside the room of a moment.
Among the luxuries a safe life affords imagining the worst.
The evidence spectral admitted before the mind's tribunal.
A tremor registers in the legs an animal underground having
shaken itself upon waking."
"Foreboding."