“if there were water” and “Frameshift Mutations” by Shastra Deo

if there were water in lieu of hyacinth garden my kingdom is a heaven of spilled lilies -of-the-valley, dead lands empty is the sea : silent but for breath of my beloved(forbidden sight and sun break)hoards prophecy of the world and its remaking : years he has since grown deciduous—sloughs lashes like fall teeth, whites of his eyes sap-speckled with singe : my shadow no shelter though his roots still clutch my stone-dry tongue: in the rivermouth where they left the king(my father)the fish shiver apart, jaws stretched out of being : omen and ossuary : all through the reeds … Continue reading “if there were water” and “Frameshift Mutations” by Shastra Deo

“Burn” and “Salt Water Haibun” by Courtney LeBlanc

BURN I sit in front of the fire, the wood so dry it pops, embers rain out, a small burn marks the rug, evidence of the offense. When I met him the spark glowed hot. How quickly I reacted, knowing to let it smolder could mean a home in flames. I don’t always do this, extinguish the fires that burn low, snuff out the desires before they can rage, burning everything to the ground. By the end of winter the rug is filled with tiny black holes, embers leaving their mark, a reverse constellation. By the end of winter I … Continue reading “Burn” and “Salt Water Haibun” by Courtney LeBlanc