Yuval Loulay There You Are Now

There you are now. It happens fast when you are in the spring. Let’s cooperate, let’s recuperate, recalibrate, rethank. You were behind the camera where the most release of it all shot me off to God knows where. How funny they are, the answers - there for us to feel, not see. Because we do know what’s coming. This is only the beginning, and we don’t even know it as we sit here, a group of drowsy ones trying to push the curtain back. Our futures are intertwined where the grassy hills invite us to sit and take up space. There are books of poetry, recordings, wooden steps; a split computer screen - half-pulp fiction half-book; yeah, yeah; Robert Creeley; Virginia Woolf (Virginia). Our voices trace time, making us wonder later on, why we were so worried. We need to laugh, always, and to feel sentences ripple in our minds. How did she do it? The chapter is enclosed in parentheses. I had to put the book down. I had to call you.

Danielle Madmon I See you

changing

Little by little, like Seawater

Different angles of the you As the Ship replaces parts

Is it old or is it new?

I will hold onto forever –drowned, drunken fool in blue Castaway the memory of the home we made for two.