philip kobylarz

AZIMUTHS by Philip Kobylarz Summer, a suitable garden. With/without reasons, leaving. In the bulb of her hand, a match                                                                stick. Beyond the circling hills, a road back to nowhere. With the requisite signs. Six % downgrade, dangerous curves.                                                                We rest to intake stars, stop. Parcels belying their addresses, the dance a tassel. Many routes to … [Read more…]

TINTINABULAR by Philip Kobylarz What is certain are possibilities. The potted weed might bloom. Cloud play might develop a sunset erratic, colored with the dust of the living. Days are to be clung to, lined up, planned as boxes in which they are encased. Calendar squares to be x-ed out because the nights are many … [Read more…]