above: Clayton Michaels
All Phoenicia's poetry books are on sale through the end of April! like a neil young song Everything sounds sadder in a reed thin falsetto. Like a Neil Young song circa After the Gold Rush 1970 or 72. The words almost cease to matter when a voice is spread that thin. When with one stray syllable the entire fragile dynamic can just dissolve. Then again, sometimes when it breaks it can be far more compelling—see ‘Mellow My Mind’ from Tonight’s the Night. In a reed thin falsetto: should you ever choose to, this is how I would like you to remember me. -Clayton Michaels "Watermark" Comments are closed.
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