Window Magic
A doe stretches
to reach the topmost
leaves as she strips
our Mock Orange bush,
nose wet as a dew-
dipped blackberry.
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To Nuance or Not to Nuance
The men I worked with at Folsom Prison,
walk single line
down the knife of night,
their eyes averted,
their blue jeans baggy -
The day my fallopian tubes asked me to play hopscotch
The fire carries on with the logs.
Clearly there’s something going on between them.Like when we first met and harvested each other,
not with fire rather with flesh. -
In the Collage of My Mind I’m a Simple Design
The years are rapt birds,
trilling their delight,no salt on their tongues
no weights on their wings, -
Yeats Essay
Published in Verse-Virtual November 2024 https://www.verse-virtual.org/2024/November/henning-dianna-mackinnon-essay-2024-november.html In an unpublished lecture on “Modern Ireland,” Yeats wrote: “And style, whether of life or literature, comes, I think, from excess, from something over and above utility which wrings the heart.” Yeast’s proclivity for writing poetry was derived from his obsessive concern with time, with how quickly it catapults…
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Already – Mockingheart Review
Touch me in the night of my body.
Where the wind can’t get in.
Where the flowers are layered rose petals.
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The Fish Hatchery
My but we were lovely, captives
and all. Each day the witch
would dress us up. She was keeping us
for herself. -
The One with Violets in Her Lap
f she were someone else’s sister
I’d again make her mine,
twist her bones