national poetry month day 19

words swarm the dreaded curve,

this knowledge gyre,

noise and numbers, oh my head.

a gull drops an oyster coolly, sunthick,

as data threads the skies.

we breathe and root,

seacricles, shellcrack.


thanks to #rezarites for the prompt: purveyed purviews


Author: Sam Coren

I am a native of Providence, Rhode Island and current doctoral student in American Studies with a long-standing interest in the spatial morphology of cities, and more broadly, the weave of technology and landscape, infrastructure and ecology. Feel free to contact me at sam dot coren8 at gmail dot com

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