In the sparrow’s mouth
salmon leapt sheaves of snow.
There was no faith left anywhere
except in the purely mathematical
models of socialism.
We waited for something without knowing for what. Units of time
revealed themselves as paintings of the homeless.
The snow formed a geographical presence,
filled with cold drifts the space
in our minds prepared
to accept the force of an impersonal death.
was either invisible or was totally surrounding the sky
from which the fish are dropped.
David Brennan's most recent book is If Beauty Has to Hide, forthcoming from Spuyten Duyvil. His poems and essays have appeared in BOAAT, Timber, Heavy Feather Review and elsewhere. He teaches at James Madison University.
Lori Moseman Anderson
life jacket made only of sleeves torn from cloaks
History of the Hurricane
Rachel J. Bennett
Castle bakes casseroles for the masses & ties
The Weight of Secrets
and only through walking do you arrive.