Category: Writing

O Stone

8/6/2014

O stone
I hold you
dear

Wrap round your
Rough gray

Place my mouth
On your mouth

The gods did not know of
The scab of your soul

Of tenderness tendered
A circle of moon

Its powder a tinder
Liquid and soft
And lain upon the flint

Like a palm that says
Be still

Written with Brendan Bonsack

By Reka Jellema and Brendan Bonsack
July 2014

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AirFoil

8/4/2014

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Airfoil

Come along little one it won't be long
the blue heron walks and walks hands
behind her back we keep our distance
solitary beings
being solitary
I wanted to be a lappet-faced vulture
toe-sprawled on tiptoe
wings heavier-than-the-heaviness-of-all
glossy and black, weightier than an Oxford
Encyclopedia the one with the drawer
with a magnifying glass
I would be hideous ghoulish beautifully deformed
Gothic-hero-ugly the gaping yawn
of a cathedral

One day little one we will stand together
you have hovered too long
we will rise up and slam the air down
with monstrous wings
beat at the emptiness
stroke every soul we lost
all of the dust of
all of us
will be flour from the fists
of our Mother
we will be salt from a shaker
we will steal back the breath the angels stole
we will transgress: Celestial theft
Come along little one
it won't be long

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I Want My Body Back

8/3/2014

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I want my body back though
Flesh through buttons whitely pressed
Ball sacks dangled,
Wrung out tenderized flaps
A place you used to cup, caress
All jowls and flues
Did you trace the slender
Piccolo play the notes that made me
Man? My Buddha belly
Masters me, a dubious
Center of gravity
And, yes, I will
Take another
Thank-you-very-much-indeed
Ice cream / Tom Collins / Porterhouse
A little something sweet,
Spuds all done up, fry-bread
Fried in bacon grease
Slops for a pig my belly
Slops over my belt -- did I ever tell you
About the day my
Heart stopped?

By Reka Jellema
July 2014

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Ward

8/2/2014

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lost my way
by a tire swing
lost at an aquarium
thought a glass was candy
murky mossy
lost the thing
a rope
a room
a pill
a ward
lost me

By Reka Jellema
August 2014

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