#Poetry: “Keen Ice” by Jill Mceldowney

“One winter is enough,

how quickly you’ve come to its end:

time passing under the tranquilized lake, the fitful halls of the dead

where your name is spoken as a winter of fear unspools, winter of

snow not so white,

this half dark now preceding the approach or wane of ice—

of all the bodies—

to put at the bottom of the lake you chose your own…”

-Read the entire poem at Dream Pop Press

#Poetry: “Dark Matter” by Alex Dimitrov

“…life isn’t enough
which is unbelievable to the fog, sea,
or anything lucky to be
without our incurable consciousness.
Vanishing. A once orange leaf that’s been
left in a book. The silver handles
of the casket as it’s lowered into the earth.
People’s mistakes. Dark matter…”

-Read the entire poem at Harvard Review.

#Poetry Wed: “How to Stop the Bleeding” by Patricia Killelea

“Separate me into what’s real and what’s spoken,
and I’ll show you the ocean sprouting up between the two.

Each morning, you arrive at the doorstep of my voice
and turn away before knocking, so no one ever answers.

I am trying to explain the doorstep and the seashells I set aside
after failing to find a song for the tidepools after Fukushima.

You remind me that shells are made of keratin, just like hair & nails
and suddenly I’m inadequate for not taking the form of a spiral…”

-Read the entire poem at Barzakh.

#Poetry Wed: “Three Windows” by Patti Smith

In the garden of the fugitive
he knelt singing
I am with thee

In his white cassock he cried
I pray for that brother
who shot me

A black crucifix appeared
as he lay dying
forgive me

I am one

Crepe streamed from three windows
a flag dropped bound in mourning
these words entered the heart

You have come
the door is open
you will not find me
you will find my love