the gape of the art
of the gold green turning
leaves in the cluster
the dense texture
of webbed cob
and spider hiding
in purple
cleavages
of grapes
waiting for taste
some kiss of sun
out of mist
its own web
hanging over the valley
an accident of light
echoing grey hair
succulent
or very real
spider
calculation
to be alive
each chance incident
in the vineyard
a dancing
About the author
Allan Johnston's recent trips have taken him to southern California (where he grew up--his wife and he hiked to Skull Rock), Vermont (where they…
Read the full bioIssue 10 · September 2010
Table of contents
- From the editors
- Poetry
- Postcard Prose
- Travel Notes
More from The Journal
- Visual Poetry
- Visual Poetry
By Zachary Gambrill
black ink on paper
- Visual Poetry
By Zachary Gambrill
comic book cover
- Postcard Prose
By Lauren Barbato
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
- Poetry
The leak in your breathing/
tube makes a cartoon squeak./
It takes two nurses, silent/
as nuns, to place you/
in my arms...
- Poetry
If I have already/
gone insane/
but I want to get/
crazier yet,/
what’s my move?/
Go outsane?
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