s w i f t s & s l o w s: a quarterly of crisscrossings
Night order of things
Cecelia Chapman & Jeff Crouch
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tinder
fixing all to flame
is spark
to flood
the net with death
fresh,
cooks it
the caravan of wind
for skin,
for cloth,
for rag,
the moss
we wiped the dusk
with smoke
killdeer
the skinny
scurry
no antelope
froth
from legged perch
pursue
insect, sky,
new speckle
pebble
not a seed, not sand
the spread
each one
we decide counting
record from the skull
shovel
itinerantly
shovelwe find death—
a stolen fur
rolls over, fossilhorn
incessantly
horn
the royal butterfly machine
when pawn to queen promoted
and on his back the dragon
but where he is eaten
the worm an angle wings
beggar guts are hurdy gurdy
bidding the chrysalis king
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Poems: Jim Crouch. Collaged drawings: Cecelia Chapman.
Jeff Crouch is alive. In Texas.
Cecelia Chapman is a video and visual artist. Her main subjects of interest are perception, consciousness and image. ceceliachapman.com