A Boy and Rocks (For Matthias) by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] He sought stones. Cradled themin his hands. Worried their creviceswith spit and sweat. Polished them in his tumblerto seek their secrets, crackedwith hammer and chisel to reveal a hidden hollow,Magnificat concretionsof color, crystals gleaming new to a...

Perpetual Now by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] is the Continental Divideprecipice of mountain tightropeyou walk, concentration of one footin front of the other,original mind,animal mind, stuff of subconscious left to dodue diligence, abandonment to moment,to body, the breath,intersection where the youof you collides, merges...

Prestidigitation by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Some train stationsare like churches—bodies rather than soulsharrowing off towardsfuture or seeking past. Airports may have chapelsbut sell life insurance—require cognitive dissonanceat 38,000 miles higheating air at indigestible speeds. Wherever we areentangled, imaginingourselves to be alone—is the...

Ash and Hope by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Dust from destruction never settlesbut lives in our bodies as self-hate,a constant chemical reaction we have investigated for its atomicsolution that we hesitate to employbecause it would annihilate illusion of winning and so-calledvictors, set capitalism, exploitationand plunder...

Down and Dirty by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] LiDAR, short for Light Detection and Ranging technology, has been instrumental in identifying ancient structures, especially in forested areas. A LiDAR scan of history reveals not morality but simply the created opportunity for capitalism. For guns you...