A QUARTERLY DEVOTED TO POEMS AND REVIEWS
In The Bushes by Sophia Kaszuba I took the coat of demons off my body the black fililgree of bats and buried it all in the Kirkland Lake graveyard. The black cat who comes when I close my eyes I set a trap for. In the bushes of blueberries I left a saucer of warm milk. I washed myself in the scent of Kirkland Lake water and left. The creatures in the bushes drink the silent dew. I try not to induce but to wait. The world of noise is so big in the world of silence. The anchored boat in the heart moves a little each way. In the shadows, raindrops drop into the water, round and slow.