Many forms in water may also be found in cloudspublished in Ottawa by above/ground press
In the turning season, your one clay divided from hers. Like swans, riding a tourniquet of wind. Winter’s aureole, cleft before a fallen oak whose breath is your only explanation. Whose path yields the cabin doorway, hard of hand on burnished leaves. And whose water gathers from the pump, the dark maker. Glued to a world your senses decided, as when millions of years earlier the silence of nature broke.
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Rachel Moritz is the author of three chapbooks: Elementary Rituals (Albion Books, 2013) Night-Sea (New Michigan Press, 2008) and The Winchester Monologues (New Michigan Press, 2005). Her poems have been published in American Letters and Commentary, Aufgabe, Colorado Review, Denver Quarterly, Iowa Review, 26, TYPO, dusie and VOLT. She lives in Minneapolis, where she edits poetry for Konundrum Engine Literary Review and publishes a chaplet series from WinteRed Press.
She also has work in the first issue of Touch the Donkey.
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