Dialect for Yes

The month that is doubled during leap years. This hump, this knobby protuberance, the burning bush. One of four sighs. The hottest month when fruits are ripening. Weighing the deceased’s soul. The succubus in the sukkoth. Idlers love of pages. This book of cycles written circular. “For God has consigned all men to disobedience that he may show his mercy to all.” The Voyage of St. Brendan the Abbot. Dublinium. Beltane’s postdiluvian deluge, the crone hates you still. What is written on the four sided disk. Forever is also forwards.



Our linguistic vision. Sense as in senses, sense as in wit. “The sounds will take care of themselves.” Every word here worth 240 regular words. The number of enigmatic silences. In contrast to reality. Reading that which derides me. History doubling is history repeating. “A silence makes a scene.” The double vs the cyclic. What I never mind that I should and what I do that I shouldn’t. How we left the glacier. The flagpatch quilt covering. Blotched with ink. My blurry vision.


Carrie Hunter received her MFA/MA in the Poetics program at New College of California and she edits the small chapbook press, ypolita press. She has published ten chapbooks, the most recent of which are Scienza Nuova (LRL Textile Series), Echographies of April (gavia immer) and Inversion Twilight (Birds of Lace). Her first full-length collection, The Incompossible, was published by Black Radish Books in 2011 and her second, Orphan Machines, will be published in 2015.  Hunter lives in San Francisco.

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