Mossehurr<\/p>\n
There should be words like \u201cmossehurr,\u201d to indicate We should have so many words we lack\u2014our mouths <\/p>\n “Mossehurr” originally appeared in The Seattle Review<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n David Gravender<\/a>\u00a0lives with his family in the Convergence Zone (aka Mountlake Terrace). A\u00a0recipient of an NEA Fellowship, the William Stafford Award, and other prizes, he has published poems in a variety of venues throughout the US, Canada, and UK, including The Seattle Review, <\/a>The Malahat Review, Descant, Floating Bridge Review\/Pontoon,<\/a> Literary Salt, Riddle Fence, The Cortland Review,<\/em> and even Metro buses. He earned an MA in English from the University of Toronto and a BA from the University of Washington; he now works as a technical editor.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Mossehurr There should be words like \u201cmossehurr,\u201d to indicate that soft-falling rain that soaks and nourishes the mossy mats without quite wetting the hair\u2026 –-Robert Michael Pyle We should have so many words we lack\u2014our mouths clear-cut slopes the rain … Continue reading
\n<\/em>that soft-falling rain that soaks and nourishes the
\nmossy mats without quite wetting the hair\u2026 –<\/em>-Robert Michael Pyle<\/p>\n
\nclear-cut slopes the rain drops invisibly through\u2014
\na nomenclature native and true as any flora
\nto spell the space that falls between the glisten
\nof your hair and moistness of my eye, what passes,
\na racing cloud, over everything we say. A word
\nthat would mean the clean aftermath of rainstorms
\nin spring; your skin, pink and warm, emerging
\nfrom fogs of soap; the dream that ghosts
\nmy waking day\u2014a language of evanescence
\ntranspiring from the skin of every moment
\nthough our dictionaries grow mossboled
\nand softbacked, unbearable dense forests
\nof verb and noun decomposing in a sunless litter
\nsoft as bogs or the burr of lapsing tongues.<\/p>\n