the way doubt sits in your eyes like a flat left front tire waiting for me to rummage around in the trunk for a spare whisper of encouragement a tire iron of hope Karen Vande Bossche is a Bellingham, Washington poet and short story writer who teaches middle school students who ask questions such as […]
On birch bark, with chicken bone shards dipped in a pot of moth wing dust: an ink only visible near bioluminescent seaweed. I’ll roll and slip them into glass capsules and load these onto hummingbirds’ backs. You’ll know my words have reached you when the wingbeats fill your ears, and you’ll learn that love sounds […]
ocean ellipsis mouth we catch ourselves a grumble in the time gap maw’s energetic swallow her beast, her quickening where were all the murderous bowlegged dangers i avoided rollerskating down Mermaid Avenue back when tides washed the back legs of youth’s agency there in the subatomic catacomb an organism of prisms sold in the back […]
The words return, fold over and begin anew, a shrouded spring enveloping mockingbirds in shaded trees who curse their surroundings in alternate rounds, as if fighting with the dawn. Their tune’s timbre recasts yesterday and all tomorrows as a graveyard of upended trees. Soon, all creatures bent on survival will throb with the song suspended […]
Wagner Castings Co., 1994 It was all golden air and sepia pavement, gray smoke blooming from industrial stems. Fly ash flecked parking lot air, drifting black snow. Smell of melting rubber and brushfires. I thought the world would always be that way: low rumbling machinery, conveyer belts spun thin, cracks spreading like thickening veins, distant […]
See this Lithuanian woman. She has been feeding my father dinners of mashed turkey and broccoli, potato pancakes, washing his clothes, bathing him, offering him the choice between Wolf Blitzer and Vanna White for years. Observe her hands as they gently push his body to the side of the hospital bed. They are covered with […]
after Night of the Rats by Mark Andres [one_sixth]Sacred,[/one_sixth][one_sixth]my sleep—[/one_sixth][one_sixth]it makes me[/one_sixth]fall down. [one_sixth]Sacred,[/one_sixth][one_sixth]my jazz[/one_sixth][one_sixth]how it [/one_sixth]croons & whistles. [one_sixth]Sacred,[/one_sixth][one_sixth]my lover’s [/one_sixth][one_sixth]spirit[/one_sixth]boogie. [one_sixth]Sacred[/one_sixth][one_sixth]buildings[/one_sixth][one_sixth]in me[/one_sixth]crumble. [one_sixth]Sacred[/one_sixth][one_sixth]music stand;[/one_sixth][one_sixth]holy[/one_sixth]talent-hands. [one_sixth]Sacred[/one_sixth][one_sixth]marquis,[/one_sixth][one_sixth]scarlet[/one_sixth]velvet. [one_sixth]Sacred,[/one_sixth][one_sixth]humble[/one_sixth][one_sixth]ladder[/one_sixth]chair. [one_sixth]Sacred[/one_sixth][one_sixth]moon who’s[/one_sixth][one_sixth]breathing[/one_sixth]fire. [one_sixth]Sacred[/one_sixth][one_sixth]aspect:[/one_sixth][one_sixth]slow burn[/one_sixth]in glass. [one_sixth]Sacred,[/one_sixth][one_sixth]you who[/one_sixth][one_sixth]leave me[/one_sixth]undisturbed. [one_sixth]Sacred[/one_sixth][one_sixth]perturbs me[/one_sixth][one_sixth]with lights[/one_sixth]and brushes. [one_sixth]Sacred[/one_sixth][one_sixth]neighbor’s[/one_sixth][one_sixth]voice[/one_sixth]aflame. [one_sixth]Sacred[/one_sixth][one_sixth]ivy[/one_sixth][one_sixth]razes[/one_sixth]my house. [one_sixth]Sacred,[/one_sixth][one_sixth]the rivulets;[/one_sixth][one_sixth]sacred[/one_sixth]the leaves. [one_sixth]Sacred,[/one_sixth][one_sixth]portal[/one_sixth][one_sixth]like[/one_sixth]half-lidded eye. [one_sixth]Sacred,[/one_sixth]the dust motes. [one_sixth]Sacred,[/one_sixth]the grace notes. [one_sixth]Sacred,[/one_sixth]the […]
1. You get in the car and I know you have something to tell me, not because I see the unspoken pooling in the curve of your eye, but because I feel you not speaking. 2. Afterwards we lie in bed, your head cradled beneath my clavicle; you say, What did you just think about? […]
The dog sniffs a fire hydrant. The son shoots baskets until dark. The grass is sharply edged along the sidewalk. It takes only a moment for the man to forget he is father, husband, for his wife to become stone. He clenches his fist, brings back his arm, as though winding up for a pitch. […]
With a red pen, the disease draws inside my abdomen a chain of volcanoes erupting on cue and rivers of lava sliding across organs, then hardening into rock, traces on my ovaries silhouettes of faces that will never be, scrawls on my uterus infinity symbols. The disease takes years to gestate. The disease claims dominion […]
two months at best the doc said, and we went home… —in drowning rain —in pregnant silence —in circular, useless thought * houseplants * * houseplants * * houseplants * (need watering) and we’re still out of milk… ‘better remember to— oh! a new lymphatic system! you need a new lymphatic system, too… ‘missing red […]
The air is thick with ambivalence. The residue of those both forgotten and pushed away. A watchtower too certain of its own authority. The slow grating of a mechanical door granting one passage in and out of the yard. The dull gray of clothing rendering life invisible against a backdrop of concrete walls. Barbed wire […]
In the middling Alabama unpopular girls grow tall and firm given the cover of hundred-foot magnolia tree towers. Given limbs too thick to rustle, betray, or give a girl away. Make it so you can never look up and say it wasn’t me. Never say you are not the girl who wobbled into magnolia arms […]
If monuments
are all that survive us,
if Palmyra,
dead for centuries,
is all that stands for beauty,
if, blind
(1) When sleep comes the cortège stops by cairns, tugs the silver cord, nearly always with ravens. Only here, snapped back to white chairs, dew, do I recover details—umbrella faces, black suits, cousins, hatchbacks, clunk shut. A day off school, same uniform, blazer apt. Puce curtains close. Organ music. Brother’s hand round my elbow. His […]
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