The Poetry Project

Edmund Berrigan

Bed is where we figure
the scale of our seams
disruptions in our dreams
give them memory
we speak each other in
silence not invisible
clocks changed by hands
3-14-23

alt text: The poem is written by hand with colored pencils on a blank postcard. Each line is a different color: light blue, black, pink, dark blue, violet, dark green, light blue. Below the poem
is a drawing of a clock in light and dark orange, drawn by holding two pencils simultaneously. Above the clock but below the poem are 3 lines extending from left to right, and then turning down to the bottom of the card. The lines light blue, pink and green, and were drawn by holding the 3 pencils simultaneously.
It's happening
We've become
unfolding mystery
ordinary paper
discrepancies in language
feet stomping from
the ceiling music
banging a distant(ce)
and stops, restarting
a secret shared
a tasted comfort
holding & holding
sprinting on a platform
thinking ahead
reading into rolling
of further permutations
seeing us again

4-4-23

alt text: The poem is written by hand with colored pencils on a blank postcard. Each line is a different color: black, purple, red, light blue, dark green, orange, dark blue, brown, dark red, dark pink, grey, light pink, light blue, black, dark red, green, dark grey.
Anselm calls me
in dark blue
while I'm teaching
a workshop
in light blue
I don't pick
up but teach
his poems
in varying reds
neither of which
match his book cover
4-4-23

alt text: The poem is written by hand with colored pencils on a blank postcard. The first two lines are dark blue, the next 3 are light blue, the next 3 are orange, the next two are dark red, and the last is black. To the right of the poem, starting above it and ending 2/3rds of the way through is a drawing in purple of a tube that resembles an old telephone handle, with white ovals at each end. The handle is thinner than the two ends.

Work from Obtuse Angles, Tentative Skies, Awkward Chops with Edmund Berrigan

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