AMY BRACKEN SPARKS
Age:
OLD ENOUGH
Habitat:
SOUTH SHORE OF LAKE ERIE; NEXT TO FRESH WATER
Range:
BOOKSTORES; ART MUSEUMS; MY OWN FRONT PORCH
Diet:
POETRY SINCE 2000; THE NEW YORKER; THE BLOGOSPHERE; TRUE BLUE FRIENDS
Distinguishing Markings:
2 BOOKS (SERIOUS RED & QUEEN OF CUPS); RECENT POEMS IN JOURNALS (HARPUR PALATE, BARN OWL REVIEW, GARGOYLE) AND ONLINE (DMQ REVIEW, HOBBLE CREEK REVIEW, WICKED ALICE). OLDER POEMS IN OTHER JOURNALS…
Predators:
THE GAS CO.; BREATHLESSNESS; GRAVITY; OHIO BUREAU OF MOTOR VEHICLES; CARBOHYDRATES; LACK OF LIGHT
Prey:
COWBOY COFFEE; SASHIMI FEASTS; HONEY AND OAT BARS; OPEN SEATS ON THE 39 BUS; TYPOS; PEOPLE WHO MANGLE ENGLISH; POWER ABUSERS;
Call:
FROM THE POEM “THEN WE NAME YOU”:
Carry your eggs before you.
Clot them in the crotch of the tree.
The grass that roofs your world
goes to seed. See?
Be the blind creature
who is all claws.
Ready? Or raw?
Contact info:
zincamy@gmail.com
2 comments:
I very much want to see the rest of this poem!
I agree with T.M. Where can we find it? Love this excerpt....
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