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Books and Anthologies:

While Light Is Built

The Deer

Autumnal:
A Collection of Elegies (anthology)

Connecting Lines:
New Poetry from Mexico (anthology)

Collaborations:

The Deer
(broadside with Paul Mirocha)

Outside my window
(poem on glass with Eric Magrane)

Individual Poems:

“Crying For Salt” and “Phosphorus”
in EOAGH: A Journal of the Arts

“The Deer” Kore Press

“A Sound Like Acid”
Slipstream 19

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Contributors



Wendy Burk

Wendy Burk




Poem for X and Y


... from X to Z my Y
will not seem misleading.

  —      Tedi López Mills, “Triple Absurd”


Today I was thinking
what X said to our friend Y
when a raven landed in a tree
and began running through its repertoire of calls.
I couldn't see it well
so I put on my glasses:
it was larger than I'd thought
the gloss on its feathers came from the feathers
and also from the rising sun.
I was thinking about our friends
one dead, one still alive,
then I dressed in the cold
and watched the raven
effortlessly communicating,
a dream of communication
since I did not know the language
and the message was not for me.



The Mountain


If I were a rock
I would live
for millions of years.
Disease and war
would not trouble me,
my human kindred
I would see
as they see flowers.

When I hike
in the mountains,
so weak,
so hopeless,
they rustle
that I'm a fool,
I should have stayed.


But I stepped out
of the mountain,
I became human,
to love you.
That's why I'm here.



Meditation


for the imprisoned


We humans
will endure
a while yet
and while
we endure
we will have
songs
and story.

I used
to worry
we'd go
extinct
while I was
young
now
I expect
to go
first.

At least
I've known
overwhelming
love—

call it
anguish
fancy
or delight
it is a
fact
a marrow
it's what
we're
made of—

and in
the end
it is what
the x-rays
the satellites
and the
blindness
of night
reveal.