To the farmer
the field is a circle,
a finely drawn
poetry of wheat.
To the clerk
the field is a courthouse,
an unfamiliar city
lacking stars.
A story is a finished
animal, a calm voice.
A courthouse is a flying
desk, a game of cabinets.
The farmer is a field of wheat,
the clerk is a hill of ants.
The animals have disappeared,
sent to watch the night sky via satellite.
by Boe Barnett
:: 
:: 
:: 
:: 
:: 
:: 
:: 
:: 
:: 
:: 
Our full-content RSS feed includes everything but video and audio players. (What's RSS?)
Get qarrtsiluni delivered daily to your inbox. Depending on your email system, some formatting may be lost.
Get our (almost-) daily audio files in podcast form through the iTunes store.
Subscribe-by-email options are available for individual comment threads; this is the RSS feed for all comments on the site.
Our new page on Facebook replaces our old Facebook group.
1. News & views @qarrtsiluni
2. Links to the latest content @qarrtsilunifeed
3. Our news & views feed originates at the open-source Twitter alternative, Identica
Sign up to get all calls for submission and other major announcements (5-10 emails a year)
I like this a lot!
It’s very good! I like the poet’s reading!