Book cover of Credences. Courtesy of the author.
| mccoys piano comes down like a cloth from the long, primordial reaches | |
| he says to himself | |
| shadow a long way to go | o so far to go to hear the blue voices |
| singin me back straight | |
| in to my skin | |
| dis vision is killing | |
| de body jerks forward, pitches | in space |
| de critic will sey dem line crude | |
| and most ugly fi | |
| true (37) | |
| de spurrits fight over him spirit | ||
| in space | hunching space-music | de hand flashing light me |
| coltrane | light me coltrane | poem go on (93) |
“Untitled” by Guy Lombal. Photo by Carl Griffiths. “Sublimation” by Guy Lombal. Photo by Carl Griffiths.