by Phoebe Reeves
Just how far will I go to obliviate
the former gestures of parched trees
scraping along lintels? The cloying
odor of rose water and constant damp?
The blackened turquoise of a rotted house
and all that fails to spill out its doorway?
We make a machine of everything
and we make a noise for every machine.
The noise obliterates what we do not know
and what we fear. The machine
distracts us long enough.
Musical Contribution: “It Must Have Been The Moon”
In Their Own Words
On this song, I sing harmony vocals. We recorded this in Greg’s studio, in an A-frame cabin in rural Brown County, Ohio. On a whim, he pulled out the slide guitar for the first time in several years and added it in at the last minute.
Phoebe Reeves teaches at Clermont College in southern Ohio, where she also sings in No Consolation, a folk duo with Philosophy professor and songwriter Greg Loving. She has a chapbook of poems, The Lobes and Petals of the Inanimate, and has recently been published in Rosebud, The Los Angeles Review, cream city review, DIAGRAM, and Memorius. To find out more about No Consolation, visit www.facebook.com/noconsolation or www.gregloving.com.