James Field

wild bruits

gossip from the forest
at each bend in the road 

unworded place myths
& hot green murmurs 

breach the open window
sail my hand in the breeze 

dented crashbarriers
whisper of stomachlurchings 

minor ghosts of minor incidents
watched over by virgins 

in mossrooved shrines who
see more than the incline 

remembers    a deathless
holidaymaking stretch 

of patchwork asphalt washed
over by heavy exhaust 

poured away into the forest
to haunt agglomerate

James Field lives in North Italy. His work has recently been published, or is forthcoming, in HypnopompLevee Magazineand Riggwelter.