CAMILLE MARTIN
The Rusty Toque | Issue 4 | Poetry | February 15, 2013
GREYISH ELEGYAt their wake, shadows
mingle. The source of light they cannot see cuts across the bias of mourners’ grief, unfocussed if targeted. Snow blanking out mountain peaks. Words repeated senseless. BLIND ENGINESharpshooters paint targets around their best shots. We love a good picnic on believable borders. • Knee-jerk: tumbling into a well or driving a well-worn road. No value in and of itself, and rarely an oops or a going back. Hard to imagine not being able to use a limb. Surely you’d be exceptional and will yourself to pick up the fork. If the way is paved with potholes, then we don’t feel any bumps. We’re safe. • Lateral thoughts quietly spin on either side of a cusp that pretends not to notice them but is nonetheless keen to claim their wit. • The plaint of grainy landscapes: “No reflection on you, but these photographs are awful!” I just wanted to bite into a peach, but neurons were mirroring something quite different. |
CAMILLE MARTIN'S fourth book of poetry, Looms, will appear from Shearsman Booksin October 2012. Her previous books are Sonnets
(Shearsman Books, 2010), Codes of Public Sleep (BookThug, 2007), and Sesame Kiosk (Potes & Poets, 2001). Martin earned an MFA in Poetry from the University of New Orleans and a PhD in English from Louisiana State University. She lives in Toronto. She runs the blog Rogue Embryo.
(Shearsman Books, 2010), Codes of Public Sleep (BookThug, 2007), and Sesame Kiosk (Potes & Poets, 2001). Martin earned an MFA in Poetry from the University of New Orleans and a PhD in English from Louisiana State University. She lives in Toronto. She runs the blog Rogue Embryo.
