Wore it like a witch tracing fingertips along a silver belly. Snake River. Shivered twice as onyx trailed behind, once for me, once for mine. Pagan whispers bade, inch closer, further the ermine. Drips of a soul folded into the jagged excrement of that bluff. That blind chasm. Widows peak, it seemed, sublime. Drunk on …
Category Archives: Poems
Goat’s Milk
A gentle cup in overflow finds the form of a shape so patient. Thumbs bristling inward graze on skin sprawling as a field of heather scented of earthy kin. They motion toward a door guarding a fevered tongue. Lungs fill and expel petals that mouth a song upon rolling hills of a foreign ground. From …
Ode To Rudy
An ode to a resurrected 1977 Volkswagen Dasher on her maiden voyage through the Columbia Gorge. You started singing a Queen song, something about loving his automobile. Mary in the back, talking drones and saying what she shouldn’t say. She loves saying what she shouldn’t say. Her Mississippi accent like the shadows of the clouds …
Genesis I
Shallow drags summon the fate of one more fag. Sulfur scented lightning flash queues the unmet tolerance of oxygen sacks. We lack a name for a famed feeling whose greeting startles us back. It pauses, healing, mulling over it’s epitaph. Genesis. Humble reincarnate, under unfolding guise and without name. Your Gemini guide the flame …
Missing Children
As I mow the backyard with a pushmower in a teal sportsbra white wine with ice cubes waiting for me on the deck, a middle-aged woman calls over the fence looking for Lydia her teenage daughter. She looks like me but a teenager. Is she missing I ask, stupidly, glad I started drinking in the …
When Words Grab Nature. Poems by CA Guilfoyle
I want to go for a walk in the woods with CA Guilfoyle. I don’t imagine we’d say much. I’d simply want to share in the silence of the forest around us, observe her as she lets it permeate her every sense. An astute lover of nature, her poems are odes to the natural world. …
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Reflexes
Our fickle yolk takes center stage atop cerulean coastal mountain plains. Hastily it dissipates and spreads its fiery golden legs on the horizon. With this comes a climax carving out relief for centuries gained and centuries that remain grieving a future reflex. The range grows dark and bluer yet as the hue of our flame stays fevered …