Description

Gosslee’s careful eye and skill for juxtaposition have yielded poems that surprise with revelations about the texture of experience. ANALOG brims with a keen awareness of human nature, even urbane gesture, as a product of the natural world.

Poetry.

From “My Body is a System of Enlightenment” from ANALOG:
I lope down the mountainside,
but my wings won’t open.
Grey stone buildings freckle
the slope.
My feet are covered in scar tissue,
the toes are fused, where have I run?
Angels put their hands on my shoulders
and hold me in place.
The hatchet laid against the sapling
fuses into the trunk over time.