Picking a Direction
To declare, you make sure to be received
At the moment your mean streak ripens to delirium
As if the silence had been a preemptive rebuttal.
To lie down, you try but the puzzle never happens
Each iteration of yourself hyperextends
There’s no one to join.
Because to recover, you send your numerousness
Out into the cold to greet the moment
That demands your oneness address its debt.
And that’s perpetuity:
To view a place while zoomed in from far away
Creates a stifling compression.
Derek Thomas Dew
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Derek Thomas Dew's debut poetry collection “Riddle Field” received the 2019 Test Site Poetry Prize from
the Black Mountain Institute/University of Nevada. My poems have appeared in a number of
anthologies, and have been published in a variety of journals, including Interim, Twyckenham
Notes, The Maynard, The Curator, Two Hawks Quarterly, Tempered Runes Press, and Cathexis
Northwest Press.
Many thanks for your time and consideration. Hope this message finds you well.
Ever thine,
Derek Thomas Dew
[email protected]
169 Eastern ave. Manchester, NH, 03104
(541) 510-1256
