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Grandmother told me of the hank that would come

and vibrate under the house on stilts

and rest there with the other noctuid, agricultural pests

and who would hum and hum like the other rumors

until my uncles with brooms and smoking rags

chased it out.

 

I love you as the Negro witch might love,

with beguile, with allure or charm; the

tiny asymptote of axis and grasses. The

ferns, even without seeds, have grown

to say this too.

 

Withered and fresh like the stalk of a new curse.

(such Inca influence in the features of the dead trees)

Where incest puddles in their veins,

falls off like purrs. She says

 

she can feel the storm coming in her toes. But how?

Is she also the witch of the maple trees?  Frightened off

then worn and burned with the other lives? Where the

lackadaisical sweet seeds flutter to the ground

 

like Chinese dolls that noil in the soft texture of earth.

Osiris, in his empire of the underworld, kissing you

as if Egypt was shorter than the gowns of moon

velvet you wore. (?)

 

Admit it.

Your blood, even in love, is a paint ball of psychiatry;

orange and red recemes disguised as worry.There is

little left but dimensions and spells. Electrons are

in love, why else do they split and refuse the galaxy?

 

Time of night, dangling, damaging. Parasites are in

the tall grass, pulling the green blades tight

in the back like a greedy apron. The candelabra

of spring flies off with its seven lights.

 

Come June21, summer solstice, I  want to go to Mars

but only on the silver wing of the meadowlark you hammered.

As for your dreams,

 

I shall eat the snacks they leave.

Reviews

[Corset]

Admit it.
Your blood, even in love, is a paint ball of psychiatry;
orange and red recemes disguised as worry.There is
little left but dimensions and spells. Electrons are
in love, why else do they split and refuse the galaxy?


Oh God of Poetry and Maple Warlocks and White Pine Witches, please tell me I am the inspiration of this one hahahaha. This was phenomenal Dana, I mean, There are no words unless they pass through your lips first. F-ing unbelievably brilliant, I don't care who hears me say it. You are the poet King, you..you are.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

truth

[Tree]

Eerily good, dana. Enchanting but also gritty, earthy. In awe the way you straddle these two worlds. I never got the opportunity to know my grandmother on my mother's side, but from what I've heard I would of recognized her magic... Excellent piece dana. Your imagery is off the chart.

Diego

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

I made a makeshift hank to adjust a clothesline in a future outdoor artspace earlier today. Interesting timing.

https://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc6/167499_495738866924_5037131_n.jpg
an oil painting a friend of mine did..your second stanza reminded me to show you

so getting back to your poem....

jesus christ and holy expletive on a pogo stick, man

and I haven't even dipped my whole feet into the waters of multiple readings, yet

"Electrons are
in love, why else do they split and refuse the galaxy?"

from there on's basically where I had to hold myself back from weeping as I continued reading..
and dry humping the leg of my own ineptitude; gaping holes mimicing the empty spaces of "my" consciousness like some nursery rhyme spoken into weird acoustics, as the cosmos projectile vomits my paradigms of reality quickly past my sight and reach

you have that cerebral gift of ripping a poet's mind apart and replacing it with a volatile sense of wonder and awe; volatile and ready to shatter that fabrege egg-lusion like a wet, freezing dog that isn't ready to do anything but shiver at the moment; and you offer if a bite of one of your dream snacks and it finally shakes off in preparation of the anticpatorily epicurean satiation of its lustful hunger that the cold had so cleverly and aesthetically (in certain lights, at certain angles) masked...and even though your reward for your kindness is a cold splash, I imagine you smiling; in the moment I may assume I know why

one day I wish to have cheesecake in Chicago, and people are going to know I'm off to somewhere important, and that journey requires cheesecake

also, great writing ;)