it slips over it as shadows do, without hurting itself.
***
seaweed, yo.
This week on the Influence: an explanation!
This past few days have been kind of rough in my world. Nothing major, just life.
What that means for you kind readers is that I was not able to do my usual type of post this week. Things should be back up and running next week, both blog-wise and life-wise.
Until then, enjoy these sea themed poems.
This next one by Greek poet George Seferis makes me hear things.
José Angel Araguz is a CantoMundo fellow and the author of seven chapbooks as well as the collections Everything We Think We Hear, Small Fires, Until We Are Level Again, and, most recently, An Empty Pot’s Darkness. His poems, creative nonfiction, and reviews have appeared in Crab Creek Review, Prairie Schooner, New South, Poetry International, and The Bind. Born and raised in Corpus Christi, Texas, he runs the poetry blog The Friday Influence and composes erasure poems on the Instagram account @poetryamano. He is also a faculty member in Pine Manor College’s Solstice Low-Residency MFA program. With an MFA from New York University and a PhD from the University of Cincinnati, José is an Assistant Professor of English at Suffolk University in Boston where he also serves as Editor-in-Chief of Salamander Magazine.
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