s w i f t s  &  s l o w s: a quarterly of crisscrossings

Night order of things
Cecelia Chapman & Jeff Crouch

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tinder

fixing all to flame
is spark
to flood
the net with death
fresh,
cooks it

the caravan of wind

for skin,
for cloth,
for rag,
the moss
we wiped the dusk
with smoke

killdeer

the skinny
scurry
no antelope
froth
from legged perch
pursue
insect, sky,
new speckle

pebble

not a seed, not sand
the spread
each one
we decide counting

record from the skull

shovel
itinerantly
shovel

we find death—
a stolen fur
rolls over, fossil

horn
incessantly
horn

the royal butterfly machine

when pawn to queen promoted
and on his back the dragon
but where he is eaten
the worm an angle wings
beggar guts are hurdy gurdy
bidding the chrysalis king

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Poems: Jim Crouch.  Collaged drawings: Cecelia Chapman.

Jeff Crouch is alive. In Texas.

Cecelia Chapman is a video and visual artist. Her main subjects of interest are perception, consciousness and image. ceceliachapman.com