Diane Lockward
The Very Smell of Him
Body balm, the sharp scent of thistle,
hint of the gym and Irish Spring.
Under his arms, off limits
now, whiff of memory--
late Sundays in bed,
must of his skin,
cinnamon
on toast--
him.
Onion
Nine concentric spheres layered around
the heart, perfection of symmetry,
heliocentric, a world embraced.
The heart, a small god at the center,
feels secure, unaware of the knife
on the counter, the bright blade, the hand
that rises. How quickly the circle
is broken, so bloodless a letting
go, how easily the heart slides out.
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| AUTHOR BIO |
| Diane Lockward is the author of What Feeds Us (Wind Publications, 2006) which was awarded the Quentin R. Howard Poetry Prize, Eve's Red Dress (Wind Publications, 2003), and a chapbook, Against Perfection (Poets Forum Press, 1998). Her poems have been published in several anthologies, including Poetry Daily: 366 Poems from the World's Most Popular Poetry Website and Garrison Keillor's Good Poems for Hard Times. Her poems have appeared in such journals as Beloit Poetry Journal, Spoon River Poetry Review, and Prairie Schooner. A former high school English teacher, Diane now works as a poet-in-the-schools. Visit her website. Earlier work in Mezzo Cammin: 2006.1 |
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| POETRY CONTRIBUTORS |
 Sarah Busse
Barbara Crooker
Jehanne Dubrow
Annie Finch
Ann Fisher-Wirth
Dolores Hayden
Melanie Houle
Michele Leavitt
Diane Lockward
Charlotte Mandel
Ann Michael
Tatyana Mishel
Jennifer Reeser
Wendy Sloan
Diane Arnson Svarlien
Marilyn Taylor
Kathrine Varnes
Terri Witek
Marly Youmans
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Marion Belanger: My current project, Continental Drift: Iceland/California, is structured around the geologic boundary that forms the edge of the North Atlantic Continental Plate. I was particularly interested in the fact that this geological boundary has no political allegiance, was not determined by wars, by financial interest, or national demarcation. It is a boundary that cannot be controlled or contained by human intervention. | |
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