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Gravity Assist
Gravity Assist
Gravity Assist
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Gravity Assist

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Gravity Assist, the newest collection by Martha Silano, masterfully measures the heights and depths of our earthly visions. Cerebral yet meditative, capacious yet focused, this book soars with investigations and ruminations, love letters, origin stories, and notes on gravitational forces both literal and metaphorical. Through her usual nimble style, Silano deftly weaves the humanistic and the cosmic, delivering a series of up-close and personal examinations of phenomena as far flung as copepods, nebula, trilobites, preening cormorants, or "Reaching out to soothe you, /the twisted arms of the last of three species of endemic /sea stars ripping themselves apart, arms crawling away in opposite directions, insides spilling out."
LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 15, 2019
ISBN9781947817012
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    Gravity Assist - Martha Silano

    I. Periapsis

    Here I am,

    weed-whacking with a spatula

    flipping hash browns with an emory board

    filing my nails with a knife

    Suddenly I know precisely

    what to do with these tears

    though already they’re smoldering

    Here I am

    hedge clipping

    the wine-stained flutes

    shard-scatter like a flock

    of merlin-shocked sanderlings

    With a needle I’m digging up

    the something stupid I said

    to the sand crabs

    to the rising tide

    Here I am

    with the spoke before I thought

    with the sizzling sea

    with this most unhelpful implement

    Despite Nagging Malfunctions

    I was born with a stainless-steel spoon, licked it

    through bloomer-less somersaults, asbestos tiles

    unleashing from cafeteria ceilings, through lectures

    teeming with chalky arrows of inscrutable vectors.

    To revive me I was given Halicephalobus mephisto,

    nematode residing in the sulfurous dark of the TauTona

    gold mine, mephisto in honor of Mephistopheles,

    he who loves not the light. In lieu of high

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