Curdy, Averill 2013
I left you where you are:
A humming late summer afternoon
& mottled by shade a man reading a letter
Becomes the image of a man reading
That I am forgetting.
– Averill Curdy, “Ovid in America”
Listen to Averill Curdy read her poetry in the Poetry Magazine Podcast:
Averill Curdy begins at 6:40 minutes.
It will be another artifact when found,
The wallet gone, of course, the phone.
On a metal desk lies the rest tossed
Into the vast, municipal ether, a static
Of things whose signal owner is lost.
– Averill Curdy, “Evidence”
Read this interview with Averill Curdy from AGNI Online:
AGNI Online
A literary magazine named after the Vedic fire-god. Transformative. The writer in witness, the imagination in combustion.
We could be dead and this
our little limbo. Where breathless,
blind, cramped we find
a table laid with the sterling world
we’d lost.
– Averill Curdy, “Dark Room”
