things fall
gull,
wave-tossed
sand-blasted
neck into wing
( ~
)
the only way
there is only Way
The body is marked with an oar
your
throat
oarthroat
offal parts
brim the track
This Lake is cut
in two
To learn to move deftly across the flat
I rest as downward dog
You offer pods for my ears:
The Message is the Message is coming still the Message
Ground into Being / Bean Gone
Another feminine shape, allowed to swell
Holly Simonsen lives and works in her native Utah landscape. For the past five years she has been working in poetic collaboration with the Great Salt Lake. Her poems explore the relationship between language and ecologically disturbed environments. She also works off the page with installation art and visual poetry. She earned her MFA from Vermont College of Fine Arts. Her work has appeared in several literary journals, including Hayden’s Ferry Review, Copper Nickel, Ecotone, and NANO-Fiction. Her manuscript, S AL T F LA T, was a finalist for the 2012 Yale Younger Poets Prize, among others. She was a recent fellow at the Vermont Studio Center and the Djerassi Resident Artists’ Program.