Tuesday, 07 February 2012
| The Body as Landscape |
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POETRY | By IB Iskov
A haze rises in a morning surrounded by trees, advances like buffalo in a field, fading before dawn A sift of light evaporates in a wisp like nothing ever happened One of those days not so different from this shadows went missing in abandoned fields, finely spun skins Memory is stubbly grass, dry leaves, a blank page collected in clear plastic the demise of sweet history meager cadaver recycled, rehashed, replayed In a moment or in an hour the whole sky may blow, breeze its way through shudders of time swoop and dip in landscape, repeat the poem 
• Featured in Primitive Light, A Stanza Break Series,
Beret Days Press, 2008. IB (Bunny) Iskov is the founder
of The Ontario Poetry Society. Her work has been
published in many fine literary journals and anthologies.
She has one full collection and several chapbooks.
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