Said Not Said
How should a poem respond to the fundamentally unacceptable dimensions of human experience? What good is a poem in the face of irremediable illness, the death of innocents, human predation? Why persist in searching for words and images that inevitably prove inadequate to experiences that seem beyond words, beyond imagining? These are the questions that reside at the core of SAID NOT SAID.
Poems
Below the Fold
someone in Benghazi with a hose in one hand
uses his free one to wipe down the corpse
water flows over the body and down
a tilted steel tray toward the drain
what washes off washes off