Like a vein of hard coal, it was the strike
I have nothing to say. I am a recording machine, / a listening device.
For the first month of the new year, we bring you a poem by Bruce Beasley that appears in Poetry Northwest Fall-Winter 2009-10 v4.n2. About this piece, the author writes, “I had been reading about the ancient literary collections in Latin and Greek called ‘paradoxographies,’ which were assemblages of brief notations of bizarre occurrences considered portentous, bewildering, wonderful, and strange: monstrous births, miraculous weather phenomena, astonishing reports of the barely believable but urgently interpretable events of the world.