it is a night for nostalgia and hectic forecasts. i didn’t burn the dinner and the sun went down just the same, like an egg, like an egg poached in smoke and i never saw the news. the past, like a foreign city beckons in a mirror—high hope and bright light— and i wonder if […]
Mara Jebsen is a Language lecturer at NYU. She performs many of her poems in New York and writes essays for 3quarksdaily. She is a 2009 NYFA fellow in poetry.
(Manahatta, I’ve heard, was once the word for “hilly island in wolf country”) each was crouched in the bare-bone black- knuckle misery of his private winter. then come the intoxicant of air. now, unfurling from our spines: small creatures— a dragon, wolf, tender-necked giraffe; the tawny, sweet-blooded african lion; a witch stick-puppet from our childhoods […]
A grieving mind is wild dogs & flowers. It wags a center like a stamen, like a dusty yellow tongue. It soothes the heartache of a widow as she grips a wooden spoon, plumping up a chicken in a pot of sliced onion. Her bad husband undid her apron. He was risen shining-fresh from the […]
Love is a country I lived in once. You can only get there by boat. Over here, things are pretty good. The grass grows straight & the sky makes sense. I have a lot of little tasks. Sometimes when I sing, I sound like someone else. Birds interest […]
By the jelly blue lights of an ocean The day wakes, and breaks into sweat Beach saunterers gossip of potions, The power of juju, the wet Face of a madman, whose wife, they said put a spell in with the onions— It was a Sunday of church, vodou, and knife Her stewpots were seized by […]