The landscape of Rusty Morrison's newest poetry collection, After Urgency, is one rid not only of music but the hope of its return.
From “Verdancies of repetition”:
Struck again and again, destiny might never chime.
Toss consonants against the vowels for luck of true correspondence.
Rhyme-fellows remain distinct even at a distance, like two wings frame
the jay’s flight.
Harbor the hidden accentual in the beautiful repose after vowelling.
