Happenings
A poem by Treehorn Skinhouse
Read by Krikmöklet Egelanaard
x stands in a glass pool reflecting earth’s sky and x’s own v A Fish whose name is Yiu Gho breathes and makes tickling bubbles around x’s bottom, but we don't see i watch White Clouds pass into Reeds I stand half hidden from You in the doorway–a half rune with a half english counterpart, you say x stands in a universe of Multi-White—the color is the depth of silence in the page On honeyfoam wood I write myself into the door jam, burning and feeling burned in writing my full emergence Is Moon a circle, or does every half plane hold a mirror? i ask, smiling Every half moon, a mirror half hidden? you offer, laughing I spin myself in counter revolutions boring a threaded hole I fix myself invisibly into earth You see the top of my head a man-whole cover where a white x is painted music rides the air currents bending around a propped-open window— celestial brimming clear notes of xylophone when Moon is full, sublunary wood-muted tones of vibraphone sodden with Lake when no moon shines at all
