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"The Key That No One Has Lost" Poetry serves no purpose, I am told and trees caress one another in the forest with blue roots and twigs ruffling to the wind, greeting with birds the Southern Cross Poetry is the deep murmur of the murdered the rumors of leaves in the fall, the sorrow for the boy who preserves the tongue but has lost the soul Poetry, poetry, is a gesture, a landscape, your eyes and my eyes, girl; ears, heart the same music. And I say no more, because no one will find the key that no one has lost And poetry is the chant of my ancestors a winter day that burns and withers this melancholy so personal." - Elicura Chihuailaf Found in the great anthology Barbaric Vast & Wild
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I've had the honor of having poems published by two really great journals over the past month- Hawk & Handsaw Journal of Creative Sustainability and Sky Island Journal. Four poems, all centered on the relationship between humans, nature, industry, and water were published alongside some really great photographs at Hawk & Handsaw Journal of Creative Sustainability. I love how the photographs work alongside the poems. They do a fantastic job at capturing the rough beauty of Pennsylvania's mining country. "Life-Cage" was published in Sky Island Journal. I've been reading a lot of Robinson Jeffers over the past few months. I think he has influence my work more than any other poet. I wrote "Life-Cage" after finding the phrase in his poem, "Theory of Truth." His stanza- "Because only / tormented persons want truth. / Man is an animal like other animals, wants food and success and women, / not truth. Only if the mind / Tortured by some interior tension has despaired of happiness: then it hates /its life-cage and seeks further...". |
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