Anne Waldman:

The persuasion of a silk scarf

under the moment. You say anthropocene

to the ears to the eyes through the voice

and we dwell in currents and indeterminacy.

Arms and gesture as one place where

we go to lodge, tertiary thoughts

and the trumpeting of articulation.

CAW CAW Janice Lowe makes 

magic voice sounds and we are 

in there, not just a word, the 

way it gets said anthropocene

and a terrifying tremor to the very earth, 

suspended by your gesture 

and one thing is sure is this 

love that you exude, into the 

hour, the lost world at least loved

and extending out and through

the mouth of the saxophone says 

you-we-I and there’s a gifting 

of cedar, parts of the earth,

community dwelling and a treehouse

where we go, holding out hands

for each other.

Dear Janice Lowe, 

The fusing of voice with voice: awesomely simple

A category hurricane in the eye: the stranger

We in friendship along syllables: demanding

Strength in gathering: a left to the birds

Frontal the attacks: you to the uttering

Wisdom in diagonals: tweetering

A hand to keyboard: knowing being 

Guts in out: showing up with music

Making of the instant: what becomes love

This is what we can do: ripe for harmony

And the angling: be, to be with intention