the bridge is singular it asserts its beauty as verisimilitude of form its presence is a provocation a displacement of the natural strung like a witness over incremental depths the tenants of this occupation suppose the iron ordinance of stasis a beauty that refuses to be held entirely bridging precipice to precipice a band of light over that which lies beneath (first | second)
in which, with respect to our name, we are as confused as you are
By Matthew Hall
Matthew Hall was a forgettable student at the University of Saskatchewan. He is now readying himself for a PhD on Jeremy Prynne and the ‘Cambridge School of Contemporary Poetics’. His poetry and prose commonly appear in North American journals and most recently has been featured in: Forget Magazine, ditch, Jones Av, Fieldstone Review, and forthcoming from Misunderstandings Magazine. His first chapbook Brutal Tender Human Animal is available from Trainwreck Press.