Here is some more great work from our readers at the upcoming Augury Books & Friends offsite AWP reading/shindig in Seattle. The reading will be at Noble Neon, 3130 Airport Way S on Friday, February 28th from 7:30 until we all feel like going back to our hotels. If you’ll be in Seattle, please join us! Today’s poem is by Maureen Alsop and appears in her book Mantic which we were happy to publish last year.
Photo by Dave Bledsoe of FreeVerse Photography
divination by walking around a circle of letters until dizzy you fall down on the letters or in the direction to take
So you go wither. Go muscled in foxglove. So the surface of passionflower’s scent known
to the lungs will be touched by the mouth. So a camera’s song leans
over the guardrail. So the graffiti of circles. So lexicon is devoured by chalk
in the grassland. So omega. So bilge. So yesterday the tradition of order was left
to the entangled hawfinch. So I refused. So I am not a lady. Not your supper jug. Your
hunt of her. So dumpling, who’s your fried chicken? Even in neon-fragment. Even in
mastic-erotic-red. Your taste of me dispensed. So inconsolable keystrokes do not
withdraw from honesty, as honesty is in itself inconsolable.
So found I was without you. I do not remember how you left. Transparent, history
steeped in your head. So I held my finger to the small
blossoms of your eyelids. So I told the sun
to go. And there it spread. So flagstone. So eaglet.
Maureen Alsop, author of Mantic, available to order here, has new poems appearing at Watershed Review, Citron Review and ditch.