An encomium for the EvRealthing in The Book of Mev

by Rebecca Gorley

Hold the tome
Feel the tremor of yr heart roam
Read it, and the night hours will lap up on you like sea foam
On sand
This book grabs your hand
Heart
Together soaring off the chart
Love never so calm balm Zen and when
A face a place a story an injustice
Dares you into deeper depths underground
Feel the pound pounds
Knocking at the door
Turn the page for more
Mark and Mev (galore !)
Haiti, Brazil, St. Louis, Sicily, Salvador

Breathing, heart beattingling

Requires a reading
Entreating extant for:
Electricity without wires

This book, words chapters conflate fires
burning the tingling trees, crying canopies of my mind
for this rewinding, intertwining heart felt hash
of heavenly heart poundings poking a rash
into every corner in which my sentiments are stashed

lightning bolt hit the tingling tree branch
and fires fetch fungible mélange, fire tree snow storm avalanche
of black and white photos
and here it goes…

every lachrymose, luculent, listless, lamented, lovely, laughable eye lash blink
another second to think, to think, stutter, soften and thank
the roots of life for sinking so deep
in the tears, out loud laughers, heart beats with the words that creep
along in a tome so true so deep

dilatory by design
a plenary palpitation manifestation
this tome a sacrosanct find
a tree, a rhyme a Clementine
sonorous joyous sweet
Book of Mev
Rooting Everything
EvRealthing—

–Rebecca Gorley is a poet who hails from Cincinnati and is currently living in St. Louis. She and her friends were arrested last year in protest of continued Congressional funding for the Iraq war.