Basil leaf lie flat on my tongue where oils turn syllables into visions Be a tiny verdant communion wafer scented like a martyr Allow me to tear you easily with my teeth in lieu of tasting a page from a monk’s diary I would tear pages of observations from those holy booklets if your teardrop shapes, like whole notes, did not sustain me with an essence of sound as light as light, held as long as martyrs will sleep
Researcher & farmer Terry Trowbridge’s poems are in over 100 journals and zines. His lit crit is in BeZine, Erato, Amsterdam Review, Ariel, British Columbia Review, Hamilton Arts & Letters, Episteme, Studies in Social Justice, Rampike, and The /t3mz/ Review. His Erdös number is 5. Terry is grateful to the Ontario Arts Council for his first writing grant.
