This week’s poem, courtesy of Dustin Duby-Koffman, is a poem for all those who live in the lands between. Dustin’s canny stanza break helps the reader “live now” in the fully present indeterminacy of such a territory before it finds further definition in the next line. As someone who is constantly interloping between Poetry and Prose, I appreciate the way Dustin allows each land its pains and pleasures. No land can hold all we need, and so we must continually cross the invisible borders, not to invade but to engage. And perhaps in crossing we also cross-pollinate, bringing whatever little pollens of lyric cling and sing to us as we go.
Language Lands
Language Lands
Language Lands
This week’s poem, courtesy of Dustin Duby-Koffman, is a poem for all those who live in the lands between. Dustin’s canny stanza break helps the reader “live now” in the fully present indeterminacy of such a territory before it finds further definition in the next line. As someone who is constantly interloping between Poetry and Prose, I appreciate the way Dustin allows each land its pains and pleasures. No land can hold all we need, and so we must continually cross the invisible borders, not to invade but to engage. And perhaps in crossing we also cross-pollinate, bringing whatever little pollens of lyric cling and sing to us as we go.