Art and Love
“A work of art is a confession.”
–Albert Camus
Sometimes on Parnassus
the light
is so weak
I cannot read the leaves
of my tea
nor the sticky pages
of my
interminable and ecstatic
autobiography. I
picture you
beside me, drawing us in-
to your diary,
smudgy little sketches, al-
most human, almost human.
Morning Path
Cooler today and the air washed
by overnight rains. From the
front porch I can see for miles. The
songs of birds are incandescent.
They light the way to the next wane.
We are the River
The river is languorous
because we want the river
to be languorous.
The western boundary of
our city, muddy and
almost indistinct.
Wavy, like old TV.
We don’t want sharp
edges. We don’t want
to know where we stop.
Where we is no longer we.
[su_panel background=”#f2f2f2″ color=”#000000″ border=”0px none #ffffff” shadow=”0px 0px 0px #ffffff”]Corey Mesler has published in numerous journals and anthologies. He has published five novels, two full-length poetry collections, and three books of short stories, and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize numerous times. With his wife, he runs Burke’s Book Store in Memphis TN, one of the country’s oldest (1875) and best independent bookstores. He can be found at www.coreymesler.com.
