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May 12, 2014
Vivid images and deft off-rhyme carry the reader through Erosion of the Catskills by ElegantFaith
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Literature Text
There are people who know why the world revolves
why monkeys and fossils evolve
why the Catskills continue to erode and devolve
why cartilage and bones corrode and dissolve
this could be why we dream.
When earthquakes and volcanoes break out and layer up
and cover our eyes with a cloth of dust
like a frosty morning makes a field look like a tiled floor.
When dreaming breaks our souls into pieces instead
of puzzling our consciousness together
like fighting fire is a job as well as revenge.
When lakes begin to look more like graveyards
and emotions begin to feel trapped inside skin
it's what whale skeletons feel at the bottom of the ocean.
Our expressions have two games
and the truth is
erosion isn’t just external.
why monkeys and fossils evolve
why the Catskills continue to erode and devolve
why cartilage and bones corrode and dissolve
this could be why we dream.
When earthquakes and volcanoes break out and layer up
and cover our eyes with a cloth of dust
like a frosty morning makes a field look like a tiled floor.
When dreaming breaks our souls into pieces instead
of puzzling our consciousness together
like fighting fire is a job as well as revenge.
When lakes begin to look more like graveyards
and emotions begin to feel trapped inside skin
it's what whale skeletons feel at the bottom of the ocean.
Our expressions have two games
and the truth is
erosion isn’t just external.
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Shallow Water
It was just a little kiddie pool in the backyard, unlovely pink-and-yellow plastic under the hot summer sun. But on those nights when Mom came home from the swing shift tired and met Daddy sitting in the kitchen angry, it was Amy’s only sanctuary.
She wasn’t a sound sleeper. Her parents still talked about how it had taken her infant self six months to sleep more than two or three hours at a time. During the school year, when her life was full of classes and friends and sports, it was easier to drop off, but summer nights were always more difficult. They were hotter, for one thing, and the long, indolent, inactive days often left
Literature
Let the Sparrows In
I.
Blackbirds rest on the power lines,
their silhouettes form the notation
to a dawn song set on the sheet music
of telephone poles contrasted by the sun.
Curled leaves are land mines littered
on the lawn where imprints of twigs
and a nurturing robin's tracks collect.
Branchlets and leaflets stem from
porch step railings and mailboxes;
the numbers read odd on the east,
even on the west side of the asphalt:
seven-seven-thirty-six.
The engraved letters on
the siding reads, "Davis."
This house is home to family
so let the sparrows in.
The house,
with its branching hallways
and
overhanging décor
and
furniture rooted to the floor
is
Literature
Visitor
There is a ghost doing handstands on my front lawn,
wrist-deep in fresh soil. Her hands are birds
in flight.
It's late, but no one comes to take her home.
The pale moon offers a silver smile -
the clouds disapprove.
Too tired to dream, she buries her legs in sky.
Tonight she is invincible, untouchable,
this frail girl beneath the stars
this death in light.
-
There is a ghost doing handstands on my front lawn,
falling to her white knees. Her stare is a pane
of glass.
The eyes of the living are often murky but
the eyes of the gone
are windows.
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