the sky—a womb stung / by countless golden bees.
Strange shadows are everywhere / and everywhere there are traps.
“Do you know what / you are when your eyes are shut”
“I arrive again at this place, but am no longer / of that time”
A little later she and I are alone in the room, / nearly ourselves again, together gathering the meager fruits / and meditating on the empty party
On September 13th, the APRIL book club gathered at Little Oddfellows in the Elliott Bay Book Company to discuss The Collected Poems of Chika Sagawa.
One person’s “Documentary Poetics” may overlap, to a large degree, with another person’s “Poetry of Witness.” Does it matter why? Does it matter how they differ?