We Are Loved, We Are Stone, We Are Drowned

We Are Loved

The Silent Evolution by Jason deCaires Taylor
The Silent Evolution by Jason deCaires Taylor

and the moon presses a finger to her lips

Such remarkable sway, this music
held warm between the palms of a Florida night,
a tinge of sweat clinging to her skin.

It smells like salt and something else:
like cotton candy sticking to your fingers, like
fireworks and sand, like the opening of flowers
on a rainy evening. It is the cicada
serenading its mate; It is the footprint
of a gecko on a fern leaf, the murmur
of a current that never stills. It is the tide,
climbs up the shore, wets your toes. Continue reading “We Are Loved, We Are Stone, We Are Drowned”

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Siren Stories

Poems Based on Hans Christian Andersen’s “The Little Mermaid” and Other Siren Stories


Illustration of “Kunft und Mammon,” by Fritz Hegenbart, c. 1900
Illustration of “Kunft und Mammon,” by Fritz Hegenbart, c. 1900

Lorelei’s Lesson

O river, I see drifting

Deep in your flux of silver
Those great goddesses of peace.
Stone, stone, ferry me down there.”

-Sylvia Plath, “Lorelei”

Stone lungs are stronger than flesh
when water swells in them;
music needs no meaning,
only sound, and beauty
forgives no man for drowning
in want of a kiss. So, to leap
into the sea, to expect death.
To trust trust–such
an irresponsible thing.


Legs

A girl with legs—so vulnerable in the moonlight,
on the beach—naked beneath the gaze of a man
in fine clothes. Let me be, she cannot say, her tongue
severed at its root. But she can walk, her feet bloody
on the sand. She didn’t know how heavy his eyes
would be as they clung to her skin. She didn’t know
his fingers would stick and slime like barnacles. She
didn’t know that legs could buckle and shake, unused
as she was to gravity, unused as she was
to the weight of a body. Continue reading “Siren Stories”