Tag: orions belt poetry
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rookery by D.A. Xiaolin Spires (Orion’s Belt Poetry – August 2024)
they came in droves in cyclones and rainfall, in windstorms and pelting hail each icy rock— heavenfall— a tiny drone delicate wings filigree work, they lay inert like cicada broods— emerging mating and death but it seemed backwards their inertness came to life so it went— death mating emergence they arrived lifeless but somehow buffeted…
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The Skeleton Cafe by Eleanor Ball (July 2024 Poetry)
Clicking teeth keep time in the skeleton cafe. Every table is lit by a yellow candle, which smells like embalmed women and cannot be blown out. The skeletons speak in the grating of bone against bone, skulls half-hidden behind muddy newspapers proclaiming tariffs on devil-made textiles and obituaries of the newly twice-dead. A skeleton rasps, …
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The Sail by Ian Li (June 2024 Poetry)
Far off the coast, the Great Sail stands in the ocean and stretches into the sky, where stars keep it company and the sun takes care not to knock it over. My mother teaches me to judge time from the Sail’s infinite shadow; my father recounts tales of royalty and explorers paying their respects— yet…
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We’re All Mad Here by Marisca Pichette (Orion’s Belt Poetry May 2024)
Why did Alice cross the street? Broken teacups in her wake, baby blue dress torn cesarian scars, red light puddles looking like rabbit holes to nowhere. Punchline: she crossed to stop herself from running, she crossed to hide her tears (cry an ocean to drown in); she crossed hoping none would follow. Late, Alice. Later…
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Apologia, on Forked Tongue by Lindsay King-Miller (Poetry April 2024)
they always try to catch me sleeping & that is their second mistake. dragons dream with our eyes open. at night I wind my body around her tower a nesting instinct, shelter for eggs I’ll never tend. my warmth sinks into stone. high above me blood is moving, a pulse I can’t hear and can’t…