travis macdonald

HOW TO FOUND YOUR OWN RELIGION IN THE ABSENCE OF MAGIC

Put your faith in whatever

vessels fit its curvature best. The earth is only so

big (but enough…to contain) as the smallest denomination of imagination. Leave it behind. All the good god names are taken

anyway. Belief, it turns out, is not so

much a system as it is

a function of forgetting, selectively, everything

you were sure existed. In

the beginning we baptized (the end already written?) in venom,

everything the bees had long since chosen for their church.

When poetry is a forest, Travis Macdonald is a badger: methodical, single-minded and borderline anti-social. He digs with unquestioning faith and tenacity at every surface and carves out a quiet home for himself underneath the hustle and traffic of the world above. He also co-edits Fact-Simile Editions.