…and another new cleave poet; a mysterious cleave poet by the name of Mal…
Cloven by Mal
Chief Joseph Pass
the apex of the distribution curve
where we should be
on schedule
on time on a slick curving road
about to descend
into the Big Hole
there are no potholes in the surface
of space
that we negotiate without conceptualizing
aware that we’ve been here before
that we are allowed to pass through this grand trick
of what we cannot observe
without altering
time the collision of particles
kochia tumbling the highway
A snow gander
spreads his wings
in freeze-up across the Big Hole River
Bio: Mal, who lives in Montana. Often misplaces his shoes.
Gets 1950's model tail-finned American convertibles
mixed up with deepwater fish, much to his detriment.
Otherwise a mystery.
