“The sun is wide, like an eye cut open,
and it blasts the man
so that his whole shadow
scuttles beneath his belly.”
-Max Ritvo
“The sun is wide, like an eye cut open,
and it blasts the man
so that his whole shadow
scuttles beneath his belly.”
-Max Ritvo
“Too true about endings in poetry. All these closures are made a bit silly by the way everything is opened up again a page later. It’s kind of art living at a microbe’s pace, or at most a shrew’s, but not ever a person’s, like a novel, or a crocodile’s, like a sculpture.”
-Max Ritvo