MUSIC IN SCARS

by Steve Clark 1. the white of our bones. our heads out the car window comets breaching our teeth bent with the bite of hexagons, tetrahedrons cacography of smoke whistling through our eyes tea leaves, bones, the skeleton of centuries laid bare ochre and yellow a fox’s bones toxic plasma singing hymns in ancient texts…

Marga Clark presents her new book Atisbos in Madrid

Marga Clark’s tenth collection of poems, Atisbos, in manner of a dialogue with the unsayable, revisits her themes of the brevity of time, disintegration and oblivion. The poems ignite our own darknesses, weave uncertain destinies, transform the imaginary into real, always leaning into the invisible. One of her poems whispers: I bleed to ashes. In another, she exhorts: The…