(PROSE POEM)
WORD OF THE DAY
THOMAS COOK
WORD OF THE DAY
THOMAS COOK
I grow fonder of beasts, especially worn ones, along this windy trip. All the musing is my own. It makes me dumb, but there’s a pleasure in that, like a pulse. Grace is old. I am old, but I can remember how the Earth tingles. Earth’s urge does not heed me and my concerns. It has its own relationship to wind, to the solitary places of the heart. In the dark, I moan. I am untangled from my bones.
An editor and publisher of Tammy since 2009, Thomas Cook has published several chapbooks of poetry and prose. His work has appeared in Bennington Review, Chicago Quarterly Review, Cincinnati Review, New Orleans Review, and Quarterly West among others. He lives in Los Angeles.
