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Philip Arnold

of the barn-tethered
goat

his joy-besotted molars
cudding

brambles in blossoming
light

the rickety-hinged holler
opens

the
cauliflower

are rife with
it


Philip Arnold's poetry draws from his experiences living in the Appalachian Mountains of North Carolina. His poetry has appeared in The Iowa Review, Rattle, Midwest Quarterly, Sou'wester, Corbel Stone Press and Southern Poetry Review.

Comments

  1. Helen Johnson says:

    I’m distracted by ‘cauliflower’ (singular) followed by ‘are’. Is that an American thing?

  2. Might be. Or a regionalism. Here we would say, for instance, “the rhubarb plants” or “the rhubarb” but not “the rhubarbs.” Speaking specifically in the context of singular/plural and plants of some kinds!

  3. stephanie cotell says:

    I absolutely love this poem. And the artist has such a beautiful tone to his voice!

  4. Although Emily Dickinson gets a pass for her dashes, hyphens are a poem’s bane.

  5. Dave Read says:

    Microphones capture speech, hyphens don’t.

    • Sure they do. Punctuation is a natural part of representing speech in written form. It’s sad that you aren’t lucky enough to hear the music it’s making.

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