Approximating the Mathematics of Loss (Physics of the physically urgent).
Dwelling on the obsession
The light in your eyes
Two lost ravens in a night wheel
The broken love
The vessel cupping light, erasing time, in the black
smudge we make across the wooden floors
Honouring a tenderness
That hooks us into the infinite
Speculative, that this
Gestural soul -- a notion
There is no God
But, there is this.
Wings flapping the panic
The moan of ecstatic union
Us in snow / us in moonlit skin.
In the cold tidy world
Lost in eyes
Lost in skin
Lost in the open
Robert Frede Kenter is a widely published writer, editor & visual artist, Pushcart nominee, a grant recipient (Ontario & Toronto Arts Councils) and EIC/Publisher of Ice Floe Press www.icefloepress.net. Books/anthologies incl. The Book of Penteract (Penteract Press, 2022); EDEN, a Hybrid (2021), avail: www.rareswanpress.com (2021), & Before I Turn into Gold, FeversOftheMind (2021). Recent journals incl: CutbowQ, Streetcake Magazine, Feral, WatchYrHead, Anthropocene, Scissors & Spackle, Cough, BurningHouse, Anti-heroin chic. Robert has lived/worked in Toronto, NYC, San Francisco, London, UK., etc. Living with ME/Fibro, Robert is sometimes sidelined, but never out of the game. Twitter: @frede_kenter, @icefloeP.
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