Analog

Poetry. Gosslee's careful eye and skill for juxtaposition have yielded poems that surprise with revelations about the texture of experience. ANALOG brims with a keen awareness of human nature, even urbane gesture, as a product of the natural world.

From "My Body is a System of Enlightenment" from ANALOG:

I lope down the mountainside,
but my wings won't open.

Grey stone buildings freckle the slope.

My feet are covered in scar tissue,
the toes are fused, where have I run?

Angels put their hands on my shoulders and hold me in place.

The hatchet laid against the sapling fuses into the trunk over time.