{"id":1741,"date":"2012-07-19T00:01:26","date_gmt":"2012-07-19T00:01:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1741"},"modified":"2012-07-19T00:01:26","modified_gmt":"2012-07-19T00:01:26","slug":"zac-odin-712","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/zac-odin-712\/","title":{"rendered":"Zac Odin, 7\/12"},"content":{"rendered":"

1.
\nall these things that are done
\nlying dust-trodden long ago
\natom words and other things
\nother places
\nthere was a place too
\nbroken shopping carts
\nrust eaten chrome falling away
\npuddles, dirt alley
\nweeds green
\nhyper green against wet sand
\ngrass not yet blooming
\nbroken computers yellowing in the light
\nalways a flame
\noh, it was soft
\ncut up and cut to pieces
\nput back together
\nalone
\ndripping, dribbling stones
\nlike water down a hillside<\/p>\n


\n<\/span><\/div>\n
2.<\/span><\/div>\n
there are things that describe infinity
\nthings that pass as dreams
\nor honey bees
\nall these falling falling things
\nstars
\nand stars fall
\nhallelujah<\/p>\n

stars and fools walking by the edge of the sea
\nwe saw all those things
\ntrees sparking light
\nbridges
\ntemples lost there in forests
\nhidden ways
\nfaerie paths traced out in sun
\nspilling into shadow
\nspilling down and over
\nfallen cedar needles
\nand laying over branches
\nwhere elk and other things walk
\nas the edge of night draws near
\nedge before night
\nedge before dawn
\nedge before the highway<\/p><\/div>\n

<\/div>\n
3.<\/div>\n
cottonwoods drip balsam
\na strong wind blows
\nover a small lake
\nthe wind is blowing the water
\nand spiderwebs
\ntravelling webs of the newly-hatched
\ncatching the falling sunlight
\nstreamers of silk
\nfrom willow branches
\nand last summer’s cattails
\nbees in the willows
\nmake the trees hum
\ngeese and new goslings
\nducks and seagulls
\nblack birds
\ncloud white moon
\nblue sky<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
4.<\/div>\n
sun on the plains
\nsun on the trees still
\nleafless in the end
\nof winter. \u00a0they were
\nlike fires. \u00a0grey
\nfires catching the light
\nof the setting
\nsun’s rays
\nthe white bark
\nrising above the
\nshadowed swamp
\nwhere the old dead
\nrushes from last
\nyear lie in
\nwaves of frozen
\nwind<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
5.<\/div>\n
smoke rises from a small fire
\nsingle column bending
\nover fields plowed down
\nover straw stubble
\nsunset in a grey haze
\nsmoke drifts slowly<\/div>\n

\n<\/span><\/p>\n
<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\n
<\/div>\n
\n

Zac Odin was born in England but spent most of his formative years in the Yukon.\u00a0 He is profoundly influenced by the north, by the natural world.\u00a0 His writing has been featured in the Robert Anton Wilson Remembered project by Original Falcon, in New York\u2019s now-defunct Pendu Magazine, in collaborations with Chicago artist David Metcalfe, and in Canada\u2019s own Beehive Magazine online.\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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