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by Heidi A. Howell

as each day passes we must ask

a good question – so today,

i ask:

what law is to be followed now?

of rocks or dogs or entropy?

               as we in our collecting breathing press hard for

               the sake of that moist bloody air – millions of desperate

               unhappinesses, waving between cilia – clenches


we notice that dirt varies from location to location

             dust to clay to peat red black brown grey taupe

the beginning and ending is always sand

                                                                      then a teacup

i might learn might die or change or break

                             habitual madness of unbending grass

as sky




                                                    skim skill skein skid

so the mother hands the toy to her child and says,

“look, i give it to you.

thank you. now you

give back to me.

thank you.”


she holds the child’s face in her hands to show her delight.

Working loosely in the experimental/ language/Black Mountain/ NY School traditions, Heidi A. Howell has published poems in online and print literary magazines, includingSHANTIH, s/word, Psychic Meatloaf, The Eastern Iowa Review, Otoliths, la fovea, What Light, So To Speak: A Feminist Journal of Language and Art, and the Washington Review, which nominated her work for a Pushcart. She holds an MFA from George Mason University, Fairfax, VA.


November 2018

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