It’s not so much that Dobbins
Knows his name
Or if he does, no,
It’s just the vision
Of his tongue
Poking strength from out
His mouth,
A rounded poke of
Slavered tongue
Poking out
Then retreating
To search the air while
He raced around
His backyard, looking
For a wrench
Or a hammer,
Something strong
To hit the car’s
Engine or to
Tear off a piece
Of metal from its roof,
All the while
His strong shoulders hunched over grass,
His legs
Still propelling him
Wildly now from
Hollyhock branch to bare, gray shed
And back, the
Constant motion of his tongue
The only half-human
Turtle bleat inching
Through his lips
To smack saliva
From his gums, trying
To become like us,
Closer to human
Than he ever might, closer
To god’s church, but
Slurping up
Magnetism hoping
For repair.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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