Adam Day

Padmasambhava   Worn out eyes. Bog-lights wisp. Sitting, something comes. Putting my foot down, ground rises up to meet it. No idea about this last breath. Light strikes the face. Not the moon, but awake.    go to: Adam Day “Yuugen Gulf” “Bosatsu Basswood” “Inki Fen” “Sambhava” “Viridian Akasa” “Sakya”

Adam Day

Yuugen Gulf   Adultish, balconied home white walls, white people, white wine. Leader is essentially stupid, and she’s basically intelligent, unless it’s the other way around.  In the country, cities. And in cities, houses. Workers who work, bourgeois who bourgeois. No time for details in class struggle. Cats haunt a home, shifting photos; all’s quiet.

Blair Johnson

Artist’s Statement I can’t make statements about what I make that will be true for everything, or will be true tomorrow. Sometimes I write poems backwards. I see their shape before I know anything else. Then I try to write under the cloud of this shape, trying to fill it with a narrative that perfectly