The sheaves of daffodils in the fruit stalls,
Listen, he says, lie on the floor
it will be fine.
They have to kneel in the gym to see if
Her friend in the stall with the cut wrists
What do you want to do a silly thing like that for?
Listen, she tells him, I think Im going to be sick.
Three months gone, she goes alone.
The room smells of bleach.
The bracelet is silver like the moon and
Sun woman claws at her face and shrieks.
but how the light shines through.
Once she spies him on the street in his
long tweed coat.
Later, she finds a card with two faces of
Washed pink, raw liver, silver around the
Once he reached out for her; he was still
And the moon was in the room, and there
Sweetness: the raspberry weighted under
Here, morning: a field of sunflower, a cobbled
What falls from me, what is recoveredsmall
what might make up a bright country.
I pick raspberries from behind the hotel
on another continent by which I mean apart
Important: the berries are not sweet.
They taste of salt, a bloodied lip, crook
and here, under my shirt, I grow
chill with dew.
Wilderness of Desire
She cries that even in heaven she would
She cries that she is worm, cocoon, pupae.
That she cannot live except in his
She would beat on the pearly door until
Black gash of more and more pouring.
That the space of her is a skin, each pore,
The gleam of sun on the field before
and her with it. She wants to know,
but cream, cinnamon. The hour of his
in what place he first
felt the weight of his own existence,
what she loves in this ragged tuft,
that she can only brush against it,
The Mad Voice of the Middle-Aged Lyric
Suicide rates soar and I
|Sheila Black received her B.A. in French Literature from Barnard College in 1983. She also received an M.A. in English Literature and an MFA in Poetry in 1998 from the University of Montana. Her poems have appeared in numerous print and on-line journals, including Diode, Copper Nickel, LitPot Review, DMQ Review, Willow Springs, Poet Lore, Ellipsis, Blackbird, the Pedestal and Puerto Del Sol. In 2000 she was the U.S. co-winner of the Frost-Pellicer Frontera Prize, given to one U.S. and one Mexican poet living along the U.S. Mexico Border. Her first book House of Bone was published by CustomWords Press in March 2007. A chapbook How to be a Maquiladora appeared from Main Street Rag Publishing, Inc., in January 2007. A second book Love/Iraq is forthcoming from CustomWords Press in 2009. She is currently the Visiting Poet at New Mexico State University in Las Cruces, New Mexico.|