{perhaps-ness}

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PLACEMENT

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SAYING

reflection on Natalie Eilbert’s Indictus:
https://isacoustic.com/2018/03/04/indictus-poems-natalie-eilbert/

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SAID

i.

Crystal Stone

Look closer: even by freezing waters,
lice make a hat on the young seal’s head. – {from} How to Prevent Ice Crystal Formation in Your Heart

https://isacoustic.com/2018/03/16/person-crystal-stone-seven-poems/

ii.

Rishitha Shetty

My mother’s prayer is the act
of gathering leaves-
the shape of each syllable measured out like love,
like the first bite of fish after monsoon. – {from} Prayersong

https://isacoustic.com/2018/03/15/person-rishitha-shetty-three-poems/

iii.

Sara Moore Wagner

A WAKING IMAGE, AS GRETEL

The rain spills in on us as we sleep
in the backyard, tented. My brother wakes
with a face cotton-soft, button-eyed, cuts
into me as our grandmother
does the most bruised tomatoes.
Says run, but we wait:
sloshing, mermaiding, our hair
and the flowers, the candy
wrappers flood into the yard,
vine. When our father opens
the trailer door he is naked,
his eyes rusted, and we are so wet.
When our father opens
the door he is naked
and will not let us in:
A heavy sigh from the heavy
bed. An uneasy dryness like light.
I remember emptiness, the look of skin,
and so much pillowing rain. My brother, still
a face: The only.

https://isacoustic.com/2018/02/16/person-sara-moore-wagner-three-poems/

iv.

Jon Cone

SLEDS MADE OF BONE

There are iron
moments – how
human it is
to speak –

when one says
to another
I don’t know
& I don’t care.

Birds. A nearby
fountain. Two
homeless kings
at dusk.

https://isacoustic.com/2018/03/07/person-jon-cone-two-poems/

https://isacoustic.com/2017/11/15/person-jon-cone-four-poems/