Photography © Jennifer Matthews

 

i

rear wheels of force strengthened faces
bending over a bag of bananas
cinnamon pours out its heart in darkness
starlight dangles through the shadows
in my favorite
gravity
with doubts growing
like weeds without pretense unkept despair
abstract incognito already in unfound eyes
an essential commodity needs a spoon
a bowl in unmatched time dignity
designing words with good stories
dandelions dna struggles insights withering
on the vine struggling freed the ground
rootless and unfulfilled going after the verb
locked beans into the vessel always ill
takes a pill and smiles

 

ii

the edges of somewhere reach the pacific
hovering silence horizons another exit
leaves you in hiding between mornings
distilling your morning action
the mirror describes your psyche
from word to word in everyday life
the cities are ruined the air grows strange
i tremble with the frailty of self
broken crystal cannot sing
when the television devours the neighborhood
tongues
a last word said lost
someone says nothing writes itself this time
next time we will be forgotten strange shadows
lost in familiarity sitting on my lap going over
the numbers in different shapes abstract desire
i’ve always wished for a tea cup about time
it never works to wake me up
the truth grows strangely listening
to the neighbors’ tongues

 

iii

today was an argument
we lost our skill with words
i called them all home
the television shone its bright light
i was the advertisement with nothing to subdue
but a truth in the eyes
a butterfly wrapped in the wind
it was a surprise
i wanted my eyes back
it was a day without writing
a file in a cabinet
of bones
rain caught in a trap
i walked down hills
i needed a name quickly
it was another chance
the sentence was a strategy
its meaning is a birthday party
the brain has broken into echoes
and syllables

 

Mary Kasimor has been writing poetry for many years. Her poetry has been published in many journals, including Word For/Word, Touch the Donkey, Posit, Human Repair Kit, Arteidolia (collaboration with Susan Lewis), and Otoliths. Her recent poetry collections are The Landfill Dancers (BlazeVox Books 2014), Saint Pink (Moria Books 2015), The Prometheus Collage (Locofo Press 2017), and Nature Store (Dancing Girl Press 2017). She has a new book out published by BlazeVox Books 2019, entitled Drink Me and a chapbook published by above/ground press, entitled disrobing iris 2019. She has also been a reviewer of many small press poetry collections.

Poet/Photographer Jennifer Matthews’ poetry has been published in Nepal by Pen Himalaya and locally by the Wilderness Retreat Writers Organization, Midway Journal, The Somerville Times, Ibbetson Street Press and Boston Girl Guide. Jennifer was nominated for a poetry award by the Cambridge Arts Council for her book of Poetry Fairy Tales and Misdemeanors. Her songs have been released nationally and internationally and her photography has been used as covers for a number of Ibbetson Street Press poetry books and has been exhibited at The Middle East Restaurant, 1369 Coffeehouses, Sound Bites Restaurant in Somerville and McLean Hospital.