Mary Kasimor
A flat tire on the road
abundance salvages
a trail of spiders
gingham cobwebs
a worm sulks in her mouth
that ugly brute gravity lifts
up skeletons
through the desert reptile stones
she knows about the sand’s bombastic past
its hours with pleasures
sperm settles
into the egg ripening for delivery
shoes meet in the final scene
the other soft cheek infects
the flowers etched into water
white letters drop to earth
and other methods of enlightenment
A lavender sun
                              old shoes
                              i once existed
                              on this earth
                              with a beginning
the past       smoothed us out
             a bell will ring
sounds       through the air
hanging          onto the wheel
           raised the bread
making mud       flood    circles
a lavender sun        falls
embroidering          blue
falling          with us
       words made us beautiful
the sharp        bones
                       and shadows
with so much         to say
                             the tongues        of trees
kicked around at   the beginning
what is not said
fairies murdered in the forest
the oven was hot
may we allow for the remainder
of births bunched like herbs
the poisoned pink yarn
frightened the baby
Mary Kasimor has been writing poetry for much of her life, and writing and revising (and what did I write?) are the most interesting parts of the processes. Her recent poetry collections include portraits in time (Trainwreck Press 2020, Disrobing Iris (above/ground press 2019) Drink Me (BlazeVox Books 2019, The Landfill Dancers (BlazeVox Books 2014), Saint Pink (Moria Books 2015), The Prometheus Collage (Locofo Press 2017), Nature Store (Dancing Girl Press 2017). Her poetry has been published in Word For/Word, Touch the Donkey, Posit, Human Repair Kit, and Otoliths.
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