Nancy Gaffield's Zyxt (Oystercatcher, 2015)

Here are some favourite passages:


                               the iterate wind renders you
down to tallow this far north you stop looking for light

end of "Blown-in"

                                           regardless of

where you are bats return in the early evening, & we are on the threshold of the [in]

visible world....

*

a solitary blackbird sings

& we are

undone

then

*

listen--what was it we saw that

summer the moon burned 

almost black--

did you

see 

can you

say

*

                                                     we hunt among flints
for a name that cannot be spoken a hot wind scatters the thirty-nine articles
so much space you can hear dust loosening the hinges

*

At
first in 
panic of
dislocation I
let myself drift in the lyric
moment 

from "Eastbridge Fibonacci"

                                                                                             what happened to you then

as afternoon evaporated into evening and the century folded in

from "Lost Negatives"

Darkness brayed within him

*

The randomness of it

        skylark and song

        somniis meis fis--

        you become because of my dreams

from "Abecedarian Hymn for St Alphege"

(a tour de force of a poem)

You can buy Zyxt directly from the publisher here.