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On first undressing the heart

A Poem by Eilis

A golden candelabra bleeds dull lightacross the back of a pianoforte.Two feet, clad in raven-colored leather,are ready to float above florid carpets..

Chronicle of evolution

A Poem by Eilis

The persimmon tree quilted the side yard with its hearts of rotting orange, what we imagined to be frostbitten pumpkins turning to ectoplas..

Hymn for the uncharted timbers

A Poem by Eilis

swale-weeper, trunk straight stone. sometimes there's no other way than alone, in a forest ill-lighted with nothing to breathe to..

Fields of vision

A Poem by Eilis

Swaying above the street, the copper-winged wren looks out. Her head thrumming the seconds between breeze-swaggers. Her feet the bent wire o..

Lamentation

A Poem by Eilis

for my step-father

All things have a beginning

A Story by Eilis

This is not a story about religion.

Metamorphosis

A Poem by Eilis

The mirror holds up the wall, child.It is notwhat you see, but what I tell youthat is real. I will hold youlike a ladybird in high summer: all r..

This is where the story becomes itself

A Poem by Eilis

Ode to lonely trees

A Poem by Eilis

I find it strange at the center of a cul-de-sac that there is a quiet that beats the silent-heart of a long-left forest. It is true, I remember..

Thief of fire

A Poem by Eilis

Stone-faced, red-columned I have lent my shoulders for temples. Have discovered, how to call things by light-names; make brutality feel less..

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