September 16, 2012
Our friends at Montreal's Véhicule Press recently featured an excerpt from 'That Stratospheric Street My Green Filament,' a poem in Matthew Tierney's latest poetry collection Probably Inevitable on their blog.
That’s my hand, my finger next to hers
tracing circles on the armrest’s soft pile.
Where is she now?
We touch, we touched, like loops of a lemniscate.
Read the excerpt at