17 November 2005 | Vol. 5, No. 3
Hummingbird wing-spread in crucifixion.
The whole weekend has been going nowhere: will arrive soon:
a cliff like that Icarus leapt from
tried to fly but ended in jade ocean.
with a hole
as a soul shot thru.
My tongue freezes on syllables then starts stammering
the way a hand does, trembling on a doorjamb.
Shove kitchen door open
pressure of body on brass & glass swings the thing: Snowfall coming.
Irony put iron into a backbone.
Glass-blue air heals behind me like a French door similar to water knitting.
How many loads for the dark laundry?
A dark mood to put thru the wash: That only.
Miniature, cruciform, black angel you're the creature I would be
& was back in that androgynous time:
boy-thin, strengthened by torsion before my voice changed.
About the author:
Lynn Strongin was raised in New York and in various parts of the South during World War II. A Russian and Romanian-Jewish heritage provided a home life rich in all the arts, and early studies in musical composition opened later into studies of literature and writing. Denise Levertov, for whom Lynn worked in Berkeley in the '60s, first encouraged publication. Now Lynn has seven published books, as well as poems in thirty anthologies and about fifty journals. She has received one NEA and two PEN grants. Her anthology, The Sorrow Psalms: A Book of Twentieth-Century Elegy (University of Iowa Press), is forthcoming in April, 2006, and two chapbooks are also appearing in the year, The Birds of the Past Are Singing (Cross-Cultural Currents) and Dovey & Me (Solo Press). She lives in Canada.
Lynn has poems forthcoming online at Pemmican and Terrain.org as well as a portion of her memoir Indigo at VerbSap. She can be reached online at http://members.shaw.ca/stronginweb.
"Stutter," in 42opus v5.3, is taken from a cycle called The Lincoln Poems. A cluster of The Lincoln Poems will soon appear in an upcoming issue of Verse Libre Quarterly.