The Bluestone Review 2020

The Bluestone Review 2020

Poetry

by the presence of nothing acquainted with stealth and ancient needs to be safe, sheltered, hidden… enclosed Thinking of Death By Debi Swim I find myself thinking of death a carriage jaunt would be divine all Mom wants is a good deep breath her past is oil of turpentine she smothered even as a child memories craft anxiety when false words are unreconciled and night seems an eternity cause she’s afraid to die in bed– Gossamer Gown and Tulle Tippet– with no one there to find her dead.

A carriage ride and death’s visit hold no fear or loathing for me my memories don’t hold me down I can breathe easier than she facing that cornice in the ground. Process notes: Emily Dickinson’s “Because I Could Not Stop For Death – 479” And a conversation I had with my mother recently. The Pantun is a Malaysian poetic form. Autumnal Cannibalism By Alysia Townsley Do you want to know what poison tastes like? it tastes like you it tastes like apples, like springtime, like sunshine on grass, like wind that never stops It tastes like every summer we spent together, watching the stars hang from their hooks in the sky and imagining that was what love felt like a bright light in the darkness, a flame burning in the night but what it really was was a prison of our own making

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