Lady Bertilak in the Chapel We walk, the witch woman at my wing, wending through the high hall. Here is the hapless hero, hunting for his honor which will hang by a thread. The head of my husband, who will have me hanging by this poor man’s bed, is hiding right in front of him. […]
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“Phantom,” A Creative Exploration of Leithauser’s “The Haunted”
PHANTOM A laughing black lamp Strikes in shuttered bursts Where the weeping floor Thunders and drifts like a hearse— Out of which, She rises here without call, Out of which, She rises here for us all, Who tremble and try to shut our eyes, Only to consummate her […]
Sonnet for the Girls at the Boxing Gym She wraps away the tenderness of dawn, gauze-covers hands that shy away from violence, their primal yearnings tamped by measured silence. Pink gloves, the bag, her sneakers, old New Balance, the jackal in her heart, restrained by law, froth-foaming now, barbaric, barbed, and raw. Lightning-like, jab […]
Sermon for They
The first angel sounded And there followed hail And fire mingled with blood And the blood was black And the blood was black and forgotten And the blood became The pure river of water of life The revelation was a lie The revelation was a sin The revelation was a gun And out from […]
“Lilith” by Ellen Gwin after Anne Sexton’s “Her Kind”
LILITH by Ellen Gwin I have flown upwards as Queen Demoness Towards the sentinel black veil as a lady of the night; Hellish hallucination projected, I am not some witch Over plain houses, illuminating moon Godforsaken creation, yellow-ish skin and black lips. A woman like that is not a woman, quite. I have been her […]