alone between the summer moon and sorrow descending – Brett Canet-Gibson
Using text as a graphic device to represent our inner thought process and the simple tonal palette of black and white depicting right or wrong, night and day or polar opposites—‘alone between the summer moon and sorrow descending’ questions our ability to navigate the weight of being right here on earth, within the suburbs where we live, where we laugh and where we lie.
Viewed from heaven, these free-verse fragments resemble houses, streets, cul-de-sacs and cottages. Up close—confusion and questioning.
Words become houses—sentences, streets to traverse. Poems repurposed as pathways.
Who shall cast the pebble quickly—pray be it Sophia. Pray be it Wisdom.