(CLICK HERE TO LISTEN) Lab by lab, hearts torn from ribs and shorn of surface cells turn gel pale, bare flan in the hands of Science. White organs like beached sea creatures, small hunted whales, Cordelias. by Therese L. Broderick NOTE: This piece was inspired by a NOVA television show about growing body organs.
(CLICK HERE TO LISTEN) Minus twelve in Albany, the coldest in years, my face unnaturally tight, skin attenuated like an extra high string, a new E on an alien violin. by Therese L. Broderick NOTE: This simile was inspired by a new kind of piano which features additional keys at its highest and lowest registers.
What is Poetry? Word-quakes. (CLICK HERE TO LISTEN) by Therese L. Broderick NOTE: “Word-quakes” was inspired by my reading of “starquakes” in a NASA update.
“ISLOLATED RANDOM FLICKERS” is a first cause, Word igneous, voxel lightning rod, the quiver / shot from Cupid’s bow, that rarest rare infant syndrome — twitch switch itch tic — the final Hope of 100 billion galaxies (same as their first cause), eternal on-off, off-on, on-off… in the End is the Approximate by Therese L. Broderick (The title is a quote from Carl Zimmer’s article “100 Trillion Connections” in Scientific American, January 2011.)
Like a tiny bulb, the crewman’s earring sparkles in January sun as he feeds spruce trees, de-tinseled, into his Morbark chipping truck. by Therese L. Broderick (I have a bad cold, so won’t be posting a voice recording.)