Author: Kasey Johnson

EPISTEMOLOGY WITH OWLS

Do we only find  what we’re looking for?    Of late, all I seem to find  is that you are not quite here.    The other night the owl  went unseen until the dog    rushed up to it and then,  wings beating magnificently,     flew to the nearest branch  to peer down at us, woman and dog.     What reason did the owl have  to be there at the edge     of the park, wings silver and wide   in the darkness?...

STRUCTURE OF PERCEPTION

It followed that the houses were empty   misshapen, as though the builders   had a miscommunication fundamental   with the architects whoever was responsible   for seeing this through gave up   I wonder about them Did they walk   to the pier? Did they watch the waves and   did they want to be other than they were?   How specific was their desire? Did they &n...

OPEN GROUND

On your left arm is a scar  where glass from a broken windshield   pierced skin, muscle, aponeurosis—  a thin, white sheet of fiber, impossible to know   is there without a wound.   When he was institutionalized   you told a story to explain his absence:   a flat tire, you said. Seeing your father unmedicated  is like meeting him again, is like being    a child. He gives you a purple flower,  driv...

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