Poetry — February 23, 2012 13:34 — 1 Comment


An amusing detail once noticed is riveting.
A hand is brandishing a leg of ham!

His green shoes were fantastic and covered in jewels.
She returned to us the following year, 100 years older.

A boy asleep on his books.
No one turned in alarm as my tears fell on the table.

The exhibition was crowded with visitors but they were nowhere to be seen.
The sound of ice cracking in the color of her eyes.

Only objects static for a minute leave a clear image on the plate.
Your face leaned in.

I held your breath.
The room in excruciating detail.


Sierra Nelson is co-founder of The Typing Explosion and Vis-à-Vis Society, president of Seattle's Cephalopod Appreciation Society, a MacDowell fellow, and has poems in Crazyhorse, Poetry Northwest, Thermos, Fairy Tale Review, and Forklift Ohio. Her lyrical choose-your-own-adventure chapbook with artist Loren Erdrich is forthcoming from Rose Metal Press.

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  1. Janie Wandel says:


    and RK in the sidebar — :)

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What am I?

Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies

Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,

Scientists can't find me.

Januswise I make us men;
Was my image then—

Remind me:

The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…

Tick, Tock: Divine me.

-- Richard Kenney