Sasha Kohan
  • Home
  • Published Writing
  • Blog
  • Audio+/Visual
  • About
  • CV
  • Press

the shape of it

9/10/2015

0 Comments

 
On a particle of dust, I’ll build a home – we’ll plant our roots
and toes in the sound of violins! -- our molecular bedroom (blue)
will float along the waves of music, pushing through the walls
like a kayak on the water, like a train track on a bridge.

We’ll let jazz and Brahms and Amadeus Mozart carry us far to
ancient mud castles on the edge of the Ivory Coast, through
grainy wind and gritty sun, across mountains of pebbles and
gold reflections of electric starlight, neon flashes of science,

and though birds and bugs might fill our flat suburban ears
and flowery ropes of yellow and fuchsia explode inside our
empty eyes, nothing is quite so striking as the shape letters
make when they spell out your name

    arranged just so
                   sitting still
                            barely breathing.
0 Comments

    organ of criticism


    a blog where stories are examined + explored as an exercise in curiosity (including some essays originally published elsewhere)

    Archives

    October 2017
    September 2017
    July 2017
    June 2017
    May 2017
    December 2016
    October 2016
    June 2016
    March 2016
    February 2016
    September 2015
    August 2015
    July 2015

    Categories

    All
    Film
    Poetry
    Review

    RSS Feed

Powered by Create your own unique website with customizable templates.
  • Home
  • Published Writing
  • Blog
  • Audio+/Visual
  • About
  • CV
  • Press