a literary journal

POETRY

Lost words and unanswered prayers

 

Lineage:

The wordless world-less dead

outnumber the living.

Grandmother.

Hayter rock is still.

Deities are drumming in the darkening

Sky,

and the Clootie tree is in the wind.

Will you come back and cast bones?

The snake is in the grass

beside the willow casket.