Open Daily: 10am - 10pm | Alley door pickup 10am - 7pm 3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
612-822-4611

  • Open Daily: 10am - 10pm
    Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm

    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

Open Daily: 10am - 10pm | Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm
3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
612-822-4611
Meld

Meld

Ramick, Tim

Hardcover

PhilosophyFiction AnthologiesGeneral Poetry

ISBN13: 9798985064506
Publisher: Last Press
Published: Nov 1 2022
Pages: 166
Weight: 1.82
Height: 0.56 Width: 11.00 Depth: 8.50
Language: English
Here we are, be it known-some of us isolate ourself in desert stark, in storyless sweep of grit and glare, swallow and wait, waterless oceans of ancient living and future sundeath. We reject the shade of the family tree. We bake our thoughts in hushy air. We yawn under constellations and peer at ants. Some of us integrate ourself in forests old, in story old of star and cross, stone and shroud, love and resurrection and sinny wonderment. We reject the thrills of the knowledge tree. We spread our words to the far corners of the flooded fields. We still suffer heartache and heartburn and heartrend. Some of us invest ourself in civil clamor, in storyful cornets of wit and loss, ascent and fall, boulevards of ambition and penthouse picnics of loneliness. We reject the ease of blankets under roadside trees. We clink glasses in gleaming array and sparkle our eyes. Some of us sweat in the brimstone fields. Some of us tarry in suburban lint. Some of us bleed in national trenches. Some of us wallow in thuggery and swill. Some of us never get to open our eyes but all of us who do get to close them. Some of us wake to sunshine on the day of our undoing.

Also from

Ramick, Tim

View All

Also in

Fiction Anthologies

View All