Found Poetry: The Misery Poems
Sarah J. Sloat
"This musty picture has the sense
of being absolutely fresh,
the way we made those snowflakes,
folded paper, whiter than snow,
"Towels and clothes left inside for warmth.
Barefoot in snow we try each window, and try again.
Our bodies are steaming."
"their syncopated breaths,
deep inhales, and slow
considered breathing out,
a tawny tobacco bit stuck
to a bright red lip,"
An Interview with John Buckley and Martin Ott
" I cannot always tell which lines are mine in the poems that appear in our books (after some time has passed). I think this shows we have built a collective voice that is different than either one of ours separately."