An exchange: Memory
I am excited to publish Part 5 of An exchange, the side of Poetry & Process where artists explore a topic through an exchange of their art.
This month’s exchange is on Memory, a series of six pieces written over the past six months, poems from Brian Funke, author of Poetry & Process, and essays from Ann Collins, author of Microseasons. The six newsletters will be published in pairs over three weeks, each touching the topic of Memory , and each built from an aspect from the prior piece.
I hope you enjoy this collaborative effort on Memory.
Memory: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
From Fiddlehead: Part 4…
Quiet your mind and open it wider. Roots drilling down, earth-bound, sharing Sky—like gemels, like twins— Trees in our slow-motion dance. Underground, we will meet at a Vanishing place—some night in a dream Where the ghost flowers sleep.
Ann Collins
3:31 AM
Brian Funke
Lost again, space below your spine rises to hold you, to lift you as only empty space will, you are there and there is nowhere, it comes to you, fever and flushed and flows through as fire, all aflame, cool as it burns, you blow as if ash must comprehend every corner of a cloud, every corner in a gust of wind from the soil as it breathes, you breathe and words fall, heavy heavy on the tongue, heavy heavy on the open plain with far horizon all around, around and around, dizzy you fall into opening eyes, you see what you are, you remember, you are changed.
A subtitle for this poem could be A description of the liminal space between reality and dreaming…
What strikes you, speaks to you, or stirs in you after reading this piece? We hope to see you in the chat!
Part 6 will be published tomorrow. May you see what is real…
Brian
I love all the elements in this poem Brian: the fire, the wind, the rain—and then the quiet moment at the end. It really feels like life right now. The dizzy spinning of our world—that bewilderment we all have. sleepless nights. Such fine work, my friend. Responding to this one was an absolute joy!
The final three lines ⚡️⚡️⚡️