“Facelessbook: a haibun,” by Brenda Hillman. Also known as: the poem that is knocking me over this morning.
(From the latest issue of Lana Turner.)
“Before My Pencil,” by Brenda Hillman
It took quiet
It took stone
Where the feeling left intensity
It saluted
The mannerism of the curve
Warm saprophyte Its halo vest
Notched something’s antic math
Draw your planet
Enigma
Come back when you have one
Then it crawled among syllables
Then it touched the white fact
