Whit Griffin is the author of Pentateuch: The First Five Books (Skysill Press, 2010) and The Sixth Great Extinction (Skysill, 2012). Along with Andrew Hughes he edits Bright Pink Mosquito, and blogs on its behalf.
By The Well Called Beautiful Dancing
Where it concentrates you get a rush.
The swarm becomes a landscape. As
a wall becomes a knot becomes a life
an explosion. Something more truthful
may lie elsewhere. The magic has fled
but the danger lingers. Surrender is not
an event, it's a state of being. A lot
happened to Plato before Plotinus arrived
on the scene. Lichen on a tree means
the air quality is good. Oscillation from
collaboration to domination. I'm open
to anything that works. I think I've got
an alligator skull in here. Bears are
glorified raccoons. High Islands sits on
a dome of salt. You cannot talk to crickets
about ice. Let your heart become an ear.
What you see is the entire leaf. When a leaf
falls it leaves a scar. We grow crocuses to
remember the old Minoan goddess. The
dear little things that leap forth. Like the
person who bears the winnowing shovel. The
static aspect. The atmosphere behaves like a fluid.