11/29/2020 Poetry by Kirsten Kaschock Alexandru Paraschiv CC Tenet3 I stay between get and grief. Radiance is a dream I had of light. Even now the days are shaving themselves down, thinner and thinner, a prepubescent autumn. On some road to language I swerved off of Lolita dawdles, remade, remorninged. Dewiness does not become a woman of a certain age. Forty-eight puts me in mind of spiders, of Maman, Louise. I know of worse cells within which to spend September. Spread before me horizons of ever more intricate darkness—let me let them. I’ll at each vanishing point plant a leech. That’s what a moon is: bleeding. Tenet4 Plant leeches under the new moon. Bleeding the earth is advised by this almanac. Other remedies include: coast torchings hurricanes, floods, and virus. Winter will bring the desserts and they will be just per- fection. This is a poisoned state. Expect wild strawberries and whuppings. The best switch you cut for yourself: ours is ferocious. On ‘flix, the inside moon, a film extols the wonder of mushrooms—their synaptic undergrounds. To bloom from shit is to know listening. Once, while high, I climbed a tree and kissed a boy and read the leaves: the most knotty longing is but a minor love. Tenet5 My nerves are knots. I long for love. To be spectral, I just watch. Picture a life lived on the skin of things alone, blanched as if by lion’s tongue. Appalled. When I am out in the world my trick is to see, remain unseen. No industrial spill required to initiate powers I wield always from the shallows, subconsciously. This is how to be villain: feign innocence, face no consequences, flee each chance to root. A deep nomad lacks no home. All lands, sites of her haunting, streets—teeming with her need —to blow through others’ lives. Greedy gust, un- invited. When I am, I’m wrongly there. ![]() Kirsten Kaschock, a 2019 Pew Fellow in the Arts, is the author of four poetry books and a chapbook: Unfathoms (Slope Editions), A Beautiful Name for a Girl (Ahsahta Press), The Dottery (University of Pittsburgh Press/winner of AWP Donald Hall Prize), Confessional Science-fiction: A Primer (Subito Press), and WindowBoxing (Bloof Books). Coffee House Press published her debut speculative novel—Sleight. She teaches at Drexel University.
Susan Kay Anderson
12/4/2020 05:14:46 pm
Great to read these. Thanks. I really love,"On some road to language" because it guides me through your poems. Comments are closed.
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