Jeff T. Johnson    


“dead things…”

Question Absent Answer

“surrounded by…” 


dead things in action poses


Question Absent Answer

As we run out of things to say
Let us recall
What we have in common
Whether you can read this
Or the material of your
Morning matches
This not meaningful
Day as it does
By Rohmer, Godard or Varda
And certainly this
Roll call language
We should have
Outgrown long ago. And yet
Here we are in line
For the best part of town
On our way out toss
The bag we clutched
The city no longer
Holding our eyes


surrounded by shadow wreckage


Jeff T. Johnson is a digital artist and critic whose ARCHIVERSE project—an open-field concrete poem composed in AutoCAD—is documented at The Organism for Poetic Research. Critical writing is forthcoming or has appeared in Jacket2, On Contemporary Practice, Sink Review, The Rumpus, and elsewhere. With Claire Donato, he collaborates on SPECIAL AMERICA, and he is at work on Trouble Songs: A Musicological Poetics. He is currently a Visiting Instructor at Pratt Institute. For more information, visit