Stone Love by Joanna Clapps Herman
“Stone Love” by Joanna Clapps Herman I search the river bed Feeling for stones Use only my toes Curl my distal digits around Pick them up with these unhands Carry them with me A punishment For grief that, Unworded cannot find tears. This grief knows nothing Recognizes nothing Claims nothing Is mute I long for tears, but I am uncreatured A dull stone. ____________________ Share your response to this...
Next to You, Permanence by Elizabeth Jacobson
“Next to You, Permanence” by Elizabeth Jacobson I wrapped the corpse of a juvenile bull snake I found on the road around a slender branch of a young aspen tree, coiling it into three even loops. The fluid from the snake’s body collected in its head, which swelled to many times its normal size. The next day, flies covered the body so thickly I could not tell a snake was what they clung to. On the third day,...
Horseshoe Crab Fandango by Nancy Krim
“Horseshoe Crab Fandango” by Nancy Krim Head to tail to back to belly, you begin… spin salt sand into shell. No one tells you, you just know skin hardens into what protects. Remember to lie low beneath the tidal surge, keep still, up to your slits in sand. But always and inside in spite of you and your glossy shell, the body grows beyond its own protection. Moon shifts, bulges on her axis. You awaken, short...
Summer at Twenty-One by Eva M. Schlesinger
“Summer at Twenty-One” by Eva M. Schlesinger I loved the air before dusk Still warm, no longer hot I lay in the front porch hammock, the crickets singing with glee kids playing ball on our dead end Merry Street I lay watching the sky change from light blue to stardust to purple writing in a little notebook my grandmother gave me I wrote about the moment I was in I had sunk my teeth in like a delicious apple...
The Arbor of Chance by Peggy Dobreer
“The Arbor of Chance” by Peggy Dobreer ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Peggy Dobreer Artist Statement: Peggy Dobreer is a Los Angeles native, poet, dancer, teacher, founder of E=Mc2Bodied Poetry Workshops, and curator of THE RwIrGiHtTe READ at Stories Books. She is widely published, has one collection titled, In The Lake of Your Bones, Moon Tide Press,...
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