The chopping block

The guest dragged the bed to the chopping block. In the dead-calm night it was clearly audible.

This post is part of my book-long erasure poetry and collage project on Tove Jansson’s The Summer Book.

Bones come at sundown

White or gray, thin as needles or like the timbers of a shipwreck, bones come at sundown.

This post is part of my book-long erasure poetry and collage project on Tove Jansson’s The Summer Book.

It rises; it dies

It rises, it doesn’t rise, it dies; a wilderness of growth entwined in battle or in love.

This post is part of my book-long erasure poetry and collage project on Tove Jansson’s The Summer Book.

Whitened beauty

Here terrible stumps of whitened beauty splintered and cracked, until she lay down and looked up through the network of gray lichen and branches and slept a while.

This post is part of my book-long erasure poetry and collage project on Tove Jansson’s The Summer Book.

Balance

It tried to grow directly into the teeth of every storm, crouched and twisted, the balance between survival and extinction so delicate.

This post is part of my book-long erasure poetry and collage project on Tove Jansson’s The Summer Book.

The problem – poem published @ Rogue Agent

Photo by Sasha Sashina on Unsplash

In April of last year, I wrote a series of found poems as part of a project for NaPoWriMo. One of my favourite poems from this series has now found a home with Rogue Agent.

The poem is based on an essay by poet and science writer Kate Horowitz entitled “Performance of a Lifetime: On Invisible Illness, Gender, and Disbelief.”

I’d like to thank Jill Khoury for her support and Kate for lending me her wonderful work!

You can read the poem on the Rogue Agent website.