Geoffrey Hlibchuk recently graduated from SUNY Buffalo where he studied poetics, and currently lives in
Surprisingly cold
as if a vacuum tube with ultimately
no space to hold anything but the nothing it contains
(an echo of fossilized electrons)
a path of thunder has swept up this beach into a series of mirrors.
We can note the following effects:
All this electricity
has traced the shape of
a haemorrhage of chrome
and shepherded the sand into a
scare-quote of glass.
And all the cascade ranges
melted into
a clear ribbon of lightning:
The Clara bow.