More Radiant Signal - Juliana Leslie
Two new books are out from Letter Machine Editions. Here are a couple poems from one of them, Juliana Leslie’s More Radiant Signal
Department of the Interior
Not between you and the birdbath, but the birdbath and the farmstand is triumphant. A happy confluence, says the dictionary. Between the Pacific Ocean and myself, something similarly transitive and dependent. Between the longitude and the conjunction of where I’ve been, we observe a given and a line passing through, from one side to another, from here to the moment before. This means I promise to join you at precisely half past the hour. I promise this meeting will be an encounter of great magnitude and proportion, expressed as “we,” in the present perfect, “have encountered each other.” Or, have you been smiling for a great duration, earth’s equator, prime meridian?
A Little Sound in the Middle of Simone
Sound of her in the x of you. Sound of p in paper human beings. Sound of salt in salty water and transitive verb swim, the sum total of wind and wind-bearing objects in the distance. A sound in Simone saying, shall I? Not the same as saying I shall or the sound of sh inside of Simone saying shall. Not sound of silent e in Simone or the sound of e in something unlike Simone. Sound of the windfall of s in wingspan or wisp of air. Sound of l in the middle distance of Gala apple. Unknowable things in the middle of Simone, in the style of Simone’s voice and locution, in the size of Simone’s tone and presentation. Sound of irregular Simone. In the hope of Simone if s is not an actual Simone saying yes, I am Simone. Sound of Simone unfolding in a secret language of color and texture. Sound of Simone in piano key for p next to a for the animal in her surface. Simone descending a staircase. Something to fall in love with: sound of s in Simone saying yes, the sound of s is something.