LAND OF SNOWS
Kit Frick‘s poems have recently or will soon appear in places like DIAGRAM, Conduit, Handsome, H_NGM_N, and >kill author, and have been featured on Verse Daily. A 2012 “Discovery” / Boston Review semi-finalist, Kit received her MFA from Syracuse University and is an Associate Editor for Black Lawrence Press, where she edits the small press newsletter Sapling. Kit lives in Brooklyn with her husband and lives online at www.kitfrick.com.
YEAR OF THE CYCLONE
It is said that what follows cannot be proven.
“Like a barn came up and smack smacked me”
Or disproven. They called it
year of the cyclone. Year of the unmistakable
red wolves of vortex.
Hook echo an unmistakable
They declared it the year of life, which, considering all the deaths
The buzzards, some chartreuse, some with new “green” condos.
The buzzards came resurrecting their wealth.
Resurrecting that arcane practice
of becoming whatever they thought they were worth.
It was remarkable.
The town came back bearing the mark of a saber.
A motion, as in a sweep-sweep, only broken by its trigger.
Or swollen mitts of tigers.
Or clothes, with dancing lit
dancing second only to the pollen.
Lillian-Yvonne Bertram‘s first book, But a Storm is Blowing from Paradise (Red Hen Press), was chosen by Claudia Rankine as winner of the 2010 Benjamin Saltman Award. Her poems have appeared in numerous journals, among them Harvard Review, Indiana Review, Mid-American Review, Subtropics, Narrative Magazine, Gulf Coast, jubilat, and others. She can be found at www.lillianbertram.com.
WEIRD HURRICANE THEORY
There are no less than seven types of darkness
each determined by how long it takes you
to distinguish the outline of angels
eating away at your soul
It’s hard to speak with your hands
when sparrows chirp
songs about the apocalypse
while you linger in the rapture
of the always new, not for the first time
but no less confusing in its revival
If you zoom in close enough
even the everyday looks alien
You’ll only ever live in your own body
It’s not a question but an answer to
the blackout glowing inside of you
Joshua Ware is the author of Homage to Homage to Homage to Creeley (Furniture Press Books). Recent and forthcoming chapbooks are How We Remake the World (Slope Editions), co-written with Trey Moody; SDVIG (alice blue books), co-written with Natasha Kessler; and Imaginary You (Greying Ghost Press). He maintains a reviews and interviews site at joshua-ware.blogspot.com.
ANECDOTE OF THE TRIBE
In the wilderness, a door stands upright.
Its paint peeling, its knob a little loose.
We put a palm of dead bees beside it
to remind the trees of what it is to be young.
There’s more to being human
than painting pictures of birds coming back to us.
A mother, who sleeps without a blanket
like a cat on a dock, goes back to her hut
holding a child’s toy horse. The women weep
until they remember they are women.
Suppose the worst happens, and the door
opens, and a hundred white moths flicker into the night.
This story is not the story they’d tell
their children, but more like a bowl of water
divided into bowls. We found it by moonlight,
carried rugs, surrounded it to take turns saying,
I’ll pass every man on the road to his village. Every time
I try to open the door there’s another child we call wolf.
Justin Boening is the author of Self-Portrait as Missing Person, which was selected by Dara Wier for a Poetry Society of America National Chapbook Fellowship. He’s currently finishing his first full-length collection in Lewisburg, PA with support from Bucknell University, where he’s the Roth Resident at the Stadler Center for Poetry.