by Daniel Stephensen


• A Field of Yellow Flowers

• Superposition: Selected Poems 2010 – 2012



• Read to you by me


This is water spilling & burning –
A slow-moving tributary of moments
Of no order. A disturbance.
No language is fit to speak it. 

In it travels the long decay
Of an ancient gasp – a hidden
Human gasp. It is no longer pain –
It is permeated. At a last remove

I tell you there is only a chill
Slow & seminal through everything –
Even my sweet horses
Will be poured out like water.

Old lungs close over. Sea ice
Spreads ahead of the winter hunt.