Poetry Calls

A collaboration between visual artist @makeitrad1, poet @jpoch, and AI.

--the lines of poetry

Poetry clutches the dead branch a predatory bird prefers.

Earth the rivers shoulder is imperceptibly removed like night believing in its wisdom, as grows older each star awakening to know its wrecked and fixed position in a myth.

Superior to the philosopher of God’s absence, the avalanche is patient above those pines it might sublimely clean its teeth with.

Then torch an image, scent, or song from your present life to reconstruct the step, the stairs, the porch, the house, town, two men fighting with a knife.