#ben doller

[garadinervi]

Sandra + Ben Doller, sonneteers 1, in sonneteers, Editions Eclipse, 2014 (pdf here) [Eclipse Archive. © Sandra Doller, Ben Doller]

[garadinervi]

Sandra + Ben Doller, sonneteers 2, in sonneteers, Editions Eclipse, 2014 (pdf here) [Eclipse Archive. © Sandra Doller, Ben Doller]

[garadinervi]

Sandra + Ben Doller, sonneteers 3, in sonneteers, Editions Eclipse, 2014 (pdf here) [Eclipse Archive. © Sandra Doller, Ben Doller]

[garadinervi]

Sandra + Ben Doller, sonneteers 4, in sonneteers, Editions Eclipse, 2014 (pdf here) [Eclipse Archive. © Sandra Doller, Ben Doller]

[garadinervi]

Sandra + Ben Doller, sonneteers 4, in sonneteers, Editions Eclipse, 2014 (pdf here) [Eclipse Archive. © Sandra Doller, Ben Doller]

[passivedemonic]

"Again she shows me the world / inside her silver transistor radio."

"Radio, Radio" | Ben Doller

[jshoulson]

Today’s Poem

Proportion --Ben Doller

Just want things proportional.

Just things, not all.

Not kings, kings should be below:

shoveling, dripping, and most of all—

literally speaking— not people

nothing living need be within our ratio.

I underexaggerate, though:

there’s something to population control,

something impossible yet crucial,

so many ways to be living,

particles, heavy metals, even animals are living.

Kings live too amidst their industries but who would know

and time just want time

to stay excessive

the moment cleaving in threes

[hyenaspit]

When I bend back to gaze at the satellite convulsions, I am an aqueduct for twilit rain. Quite literally I stand in the littoral zone: a lens--no an aqueous humor, my feet on the land below the high-water mark, my hand a glazed waver: hello light-purple lights, hello red spots, you’ve beaten the stars out tonight but you’re struggling with the atmosphere, ain’t ye?

An excerpt of Satellite Convulsions by Ben Doller 

Read the entire piece here