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archives fall 2007

 


JULIE DOXSEE & MATHIAS SVALINA

From I’m From the Storm

After the name corrodes the engine
says this: open the envelope carefully,

water the flying-out air
with licks you left halved under

the girls’s lucky nickel.  The
method you wander through echoes,

the wander you echo through leaves
a started nest unstarted &

then started again.

                        ~

As real as the purple plate covered in
the remnants of the tires you blew

out on your way to a benchmark,
this checkered flag folds into the

working brain of a cat.  There are
sounds that become circles when you

hold them beneath the wheelchair
wheels.  This is what the runt of the

litter writes with a single bared claw
across the dead cactus: There

are places to go to hold hands.

                        ~

       for Stephanie Subway

When I’m sad,
my mind hears

songs from the lion.
After 13 days of  

writing blood in
the wet cement, I

stretch my finger toward
a tomb & poke a hole

in the tomb.  Marbles
spill out, follow

a lizard to its skin.
What’s sad is the

geshundheit of your
skin.  What’s sad is.

                        ~

I’m cold.
I will not borrow
your skin, slip

your mitten feet over.

A piece of lettuce on my face
a cartoon pig holds an umbrella

of real tripe over.

For my next poem
I’ll need to borrow
your sheep, make

you an owl
out of a beard.

I love you.
Gesundheit.

                        ~

I found a baby at a funeral
& lined its hands with lipstick,

black lei around its neck, neck
to the tent stakes.  A dozen

crabapples creak under the
gesundheit shoes & everybody

whispers what to the werewolf.
A baby in a black lei stares

at another baby in a black lei.

                        ~

I found another baby
at another funeral

lined its hands
lined its fingers
lined its arms
lined its belly
lined its earlobes
lined its blotchy
umbilical cord

with lipstick.  

 



Julie Doxsee is the author of two books, Undersleep (Octopus Books 2007/2008) and Objects for a Fog Death (Black Ocean 2008/2009), as well as several poetry chapbooks.   She was born in Canada in the seventies and has roamed widely since then.  Currently she lives, writes, and teaches in Istanbul, Turkey.

Mathias Svalina is author of the chapbook Why I Am White (Kitchen Press). He recently  won the DIAGRAM chapbook contest, and his manuscript Creation Myths will be published by New Michigan Press in Fall, 2007. He lives in Lincoln, Nebraska, where he co-curates The Clean Part Reading Series. He is also co-editor of Octopus Magazine. His poems have been published or are forthcoming in Blackbird, Jubilat, Fence, Bridge, and Denver Quarterly among other journals.