Work by R. Nemo Hill
On a Deserted Road
Blue clouds gesture to an absence in the wind.
Slate blue and bruised, they beckon, and magnetic,
draw the hushed expectancy of all things in.
Eighth Reverie of Magellan
The crew assembled, every eye cast down.
No noose. Bare hands. A breathless man sinks down.
Spread-eagled on both feet, or on bent knees,
no pirate worth his salt lusts lying down.
For a Gardener (Audio)
R. Nemo Hill reads "For a Gardener" from When Men Bow Down (Dos Madres Press).
For a Gardener
His right hip has a swivel to it—very slight—
Yet just enough to misalign the knee;
And then, in turn, to twist the ankle, so the foot
Can never quite fall flat upon the ground.
In the early eighties, R. Nemo Hill was convicted of locking himself overnight in the basement of the local post office, and licking all the stamps. As punishment for this reckless criminal act he was forced to publish, in collaboration with painter Jeanne Hedstrom, an illustrated novel based upon the processes of medieval alchemy (Pilgrim's Feather, Quantuck Lane)--as well as a book-length poem in heroic couplets, based upon a short story by H. P. Lovecraft (The Strange Music of Erich Zann, Hippocampus), and a chapbook (Prolegomena To An Essay On Satire, Modern Metrics). His most recent book is a collection of poems (When Men Bow Down, Dos Madres). He is also the editor/publisher of EXOT BOOKS and blogs at ELSEWHERE.