Groundcoming In the forest of the day, one more soft, supposed creature is leaving my thatch hut, shame on my sharp shell, bait heart. The forest floor is strewn with tiny bones, as though some birds had died and were fucking around in the Time-Of-Being-Grass. I hope someday to meet them, now, though, my fingers tell long, slender stories in high pitch; I stay up nights and listen. When the chatter overwhelms, I chant my lonesome in chords, birdsongs like words: a text to read in the dark if you could. John Cotter and Shafer Hall’s collaborations have appeared or are forthcoming from taint, Snow Monkey, Can We Have Our Ball Back, failbetter, and Shampoo Poetry. John collaborated with artist Kevin Caron on a short comic book, which will appear in the Spring 3rd Bed. Shafer’s collaborative poem with Jamison Driskill will appear in this Winter’s Lit.
[ j.cotter@att.net ] Shafer Hall
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