Poem of the week – from plastic: A Poem by Matthew Rice

2026-02-16 - 10:45

Two time-stamped poems are taken from a book-length sequence tracking the human moments of a factory night shift 01.29 When we look up at stars on break we see only stars behind the exhaled Milky Way of Bobby’s Golden Virginia, ways to navigate shift patterns, nothing seismic or anything approaching truth; for us stars mean only night shift, insanity of depth, the slow individual seconds during which the dotted starlight doesn’t burn fast enough. Continue reading...