Picaroon Poetry - Issue #17 - July 2019
Featuring poetry by Sharon Phillips, Peter Burrows, Kitty Coles, alyssa hanna, Crystal Anderson, John L. Stanizzi, Chris Hemingway, Sue Kindon, Kathleen Strafford, Jenna Velez, Maureen Daniels, Samuel Guest, Charlie Hill, John Son, Beth Bayley, Visar, Bethany W Pope, Luke Kuzmish, Gerard Sarnat, Chris Hardy, Erik Fuhrer, Christopher Hopkins, John Raffetto, Andrew Shields, Bo Meson, Brian Comber, Martin Zarrop, Kristin Garth, Maiya Dambawinna, David Bankson, Jeffrey Zable, Rickey Rivers Jr, Anthony Watts, Donna Dallas, Chuka Susan Chesney, and Tobi Alfier. Picaroon is, as always, lovingly edited by Kate Garrett.
Featuring poetry by Sharon Phillips, Peter Burrows, Kitty Coles, alyssa hanna, Crystal Anderson, John L. Stanizzi, Chris Hemingway, Sue Kindon, Kathleen Strafford, Jenna Velez, Maureen Daniels, Samuel Guest, Charlie Hill, John Son, Beth Bayley, Visar, Bethany W Pope, Luke Kuzmish, Gerard Sarnat, Chris Hardy, Erik Fuhrer, Christopher Hopkins, John Raffetto, Andrew Shields, Bo Meson, Brian Comber, Martin Zarrop, Kristin Garth, Maiya Dambawinna, David Bankson, Jeffrey Zable, Rickey Rivers Jr, Anthony Watts, Donna Dallas, Chuka Susan Chesney, and Tobi Alfier.
Picaroon is, as always, lovingly edited by Kate Garrett.
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Kitty Coles<br />
The Omen Days<br />
These mornings, owls call in the light;<br />
bats fly by day. The pile of the velvet<br />
between us grows thinner, thinner.<br />
You have left me signs:<br />
the way that heron flew<br />
above the hazel tree as if it was broken<br />
and the distant shots I heard<br />
when I walked by the orchard<br />
and a pheasant, black as oil, appeared from nowhere.<br />
I lay out my cards and you rise<br />
in each formation,<br />
the page of cups, proffering a glass of nothing.<br />
Smudging the doorways, the smoke ascends,<br />
pale ropes; in the bowl<br />
a nest of ashes the size of a fist.<br />
I wash myself until the skin seems thin.<br />
I will put down roots<br />
and live like a hyacinth,<br />
like a mystic, nourished<br />
on nothing but air and water.<br />
My blood will put out tiny flowers like stars.<br />
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