The planetarium makes us dizzy., Jared Pearce

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The planetarium makes us dizzy


She said after twenty-two
Years of marriage she knew
My powers of telekinesis
Were fraudulent. But love is

A mind warp, a whimming
Of objects, some gravity
Where asteroids and stars
Hold cosmic and granular

Devotion: She orbited
And time was invented,

She eclipsed so mythology
Drilled roots and spread leaves,

She groomed the mountainside
When she nudged the tide.

Jared Pearce


Review by Andrea Jackson

A beautiful love poem. The beloved is presented as the moon and/or as a goddess who creates reality. This poet is confident enough not to require precision in his metaphors.


Review by Anna Weaver

Jared Pearce’s poetry makes me dizzy—in the best way. Each of his poems is hypnotic, leaving the reader (or better, the listener) floating a few inches above and maybe to the left of her normal place among real things. I applaud the way he can evoke spacious feelings with words and phrases that lack the tangibility of normal language. These poems seem to come from a strange place, where colors have different names and you can’t always trust what you think you see, but there’s no danger here. Wherever this place is, it’s friendly, sweet, and warm.

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