Laura Winter


Opening The Box

blue, gray
thin as ice
breathing on
grass

green oranges
stoke treetops
drop the
white pith and seeds

a day made of paper
on which the sun draws
itself

and leaves
the rest
of us out.



Icy Eye To Sea

foam races
across a frozen
face of sand

I take the icy
wind

full cheek
teared eye
salt licked

with the roaring
of my ear
out to sea

see storm clouds
breaching



At Dusk They Come Singing

swallowed
by clouds

eye feast

skin of lake
wiggle
buzz

so much
humming

hymn many wings




Laura Winter lives in Portland Oregon. Author of 6 collections, broadsides and performance projects, her book Coming Here to be Alone presents her poems in both English and German.

Improvised music is an influential factor in how she considers the use of the page and language. She performs with musicians using language as an instrument.

Winter’s US-Mexico borderlands collaborations with photographer Terri Warpinski, Liminal Matter: Fences and Liminal Matter: Traces are in numerous special collections such as Stanford University Library, Amherst College and Yale University.

Winter occasionally publishes TAKE OUT, a bag-a-zine featuring visual art, writing and music.
 
 
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