Month: September 2012

The Lane by Annemarie N’ Churre’in

Breathless, the whole way
down, skimming
fuchsia, rag-ferns,

No taller than my knee
when you challenge
your first ocean.

There are so many names for things and new
things needing names that polyglots may have the fastest

Child at Tobacco Market by Charlotte Matthews Nights I go looking for the whippoorwill but she’s not to be found,

soar by Camille Thigpen and this is for ultramarine ink splatters on my wrist and jawbone; this is for clavicles

Ultimately we must learn to accept
our losses (as constellations eventually
accept their passing one

morning bedsheet weighs a ton on same-old
hard to face no matter the season with same
knee pinch neck grind jaw pop joint ache, but

I was snow starved all this time
Was eager for the fall to
Skirt in its random leaves and make way
For the white candy floss