Combustible by Claire Bateman
In the realm where infants, like comets, show up in flames, igniting
as soon as they make contact with the air, all of the delivery room
In the realm where infants, like comets, show up in flames, igniting
as soon as they make contact with the air, all of the delivery room
I was prepared to answer the first question, have you ever wanted to kill someone?
But it completely threw me off when they asked, have you ever wanted to keep
A snow leopard, a tree, an owl. Her favorite is any winged creature. Bats,
dragonflies.
New prose poetry by Gary Young, Shivani Mehta, Amy Breau, Claire Bateman, Denise Duhamel, Maureen Seaton, David Lehman, Kathleen Nalley, Siel Ju, Kathleen McGookey, Meg Pokrass, Amelia Martens, Matthew Minicucci, Kelli Russell Agodon, Jeff Friedman, and Tom Whalen.
Dear Mother, So far I have learned twenty-seven names for
cactus: organ pipe, hedgehog, fishhook, blue myrtle.