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...

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...

Restricted (Not) by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Yearsweigh heavysupple skeletonbends bedeviledtime’s slow spiralgravity’s gyrationsneuron’s slower speedmuscles knotin needskin thinsshins jutsag of buttdroop of spinethickened nailcurve of toesso it goesgums recedecataracts strikecold bitescan’t drivestick self inside No you sayfind the wayout the doorthere’s morethere’s moremeeting...

Under The Soil by Celia Turner

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] quartered potato was buriedits blind eye activated.White shoot emergesthreading through soilseeking sun, kiss of air,roots rampage,nutting nodules,replicating tubersto swell, suck moisture,fulminate flesh to harvestcook, steam, tantalize,be graced by rivuletsof butter, fueled fromgreenest of grasspassing-throughdigestedonce more to earth....