Jody's Notes
It surprises me how many of the magazines I've published poems in are gone. Poetry magazines don't last long at all--most of them.
The gory of color. It's amazing how many people thought that was a typo. While I was shopping the poem around for publication, I mean.
Why would anyone write?: The glory of color.
I reprinted this poem in my collection The Lust for Blueprints.
Color is like a flat god,
scraped away at a
moment’s notice; even
violet shrinks before
our very eyes.
And yet, and yet:
the black cat licks his paws,
leaving a blur of ink!
And outside, the gory
of color: the bees
spinning in ecstasy.
The pollenized memory
brightens the long wait
night brings.
© 1996, 2001 Jody Azzouni