sad-plath
joanna (chapter one) sat in the plane, smoke pouring from her nostrils. outside, rain, sunset,  mild azure; sable bulks awince with fire… and all these visible at once, while heaven,  quartered like a billionaire’s coat of arms, put on stupendous airs. earth lurched and shivered  in the storm’s embrace but kept her distances, lifting a face unthinkingly dramatic in repose,  as was joanna’s. disiccated rose light hot on bone, ridge, socket where the streak of glancing  water – if a glance could speak – said, ”trace me back to some loud, shallow chill, underlying  motive’s overspill”…
(by Phillip Kalantzis Cope)

joanna (chapter one) sat in the plane, smoke pouring from her nostrils.
outside, rain, sunset,
mild azure; sable bulks awince with fire… and all these visible at
once, while heaven,
quartered like a billionaire’s coat of arms, put on stupendous airs.
earth lurched and shivered
in the storm’s embrace but kept her distances, lifting a face
unthinkingly dramatic in repose,
as was joanna’s. disiccated rose light hot on bone, ridge, socket where
the streak of glancing
water – if a glance could speak – said, ”trace me back to some loud,
shallow chill, underlying
motive’s overspill”…

(by Phillip Kalantzis Cope)