Vincent Spina: Homage to the Fifties
crazy in love, continued like the flow
of a small and quiet river, hoping
one day to console a little white cloud
that cried at the end of another river
Vincent Spina: Multitude
one comes to realize a certain wisdom
entangled in the afternoon. Not of mind.
But of bone, the tendons, and beyond
Vincent Spina: Mangrove
The signs are all there: Mangroves their roots rising feet above the low tide muck of living in calligraphies of profound silence—fiddlers at their fierce game of mastery and mating— … Continue reading
Vincent Spina: Passengers
So what you are saying is that we exist? There are crumbs of evidence: along a fossil seashore a pair of footprints buried in ashes to be discovered, sized up … Continue reading
Vincent Spina: At the Gulfport Library
I’m in the reading room counting years and how this piece fits into that other it’s almost sexual —you knew that already—but i am old and allowed to gum my … Continue reading
Vincent Spina: Cosmology, Standing Rock and the Dakota Access Pipeline
More than sacred burial grounds. more than water, more than the ecology itself, Native American resistance to the Dakota Access Pipeline may spring from a world view thousands of years … Continue reading
