Issue 25 – 2014 – Joe Wenderoth

Joe Wenderoth


Watching Television

the hummingbird 
the color of the branch
sits on the branch

I can see his head move


it is sound 

for the lost 

          to move 

so slowly 


—(If Only) the gentle bear of time 
could swallow us (whole)
into a kind of cartoon silence

(a kind of crude and inadequate tourniquet 


          for the mind)—



Joe Wenderoth was cut out of porous rock in the rain while electricity surged. The result was incredible—what wonderful eyes! Then things slowly but surely got worse.