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Spiral Orb Eight :: Aurora Corona by Donna Fleischer

Aurora Corona

Donna Fleischer

 

There is only unrepeatability. The sun
Comes up from the night bringing it form.
It is expected. Metaphorized. Distanced. Not to feel
fear of the dank crowded earth each time, of darkness
overwhelming. We crouch and wait in that house that is dawn.
We strut. We tell ourselves lies that are longings. How to prepare
for the thing that has not happened? The languished pink clover petals
today soften me. They will straighten with some rain. This is the season
for memory, never to repeat, to turn the raw sight to illusion. We can
try mostly what is easy and slides down the throat like a clotted egg, or
insist on difficulty, when each moment that could break off in the hands gushes

 

Source: Spiral Orb Eight Donna Fleischer

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DONNA FLEISCHER | TRUCK

DONNA FLEISCHER

(This feature is part of TRUCK’s Theme Issue on the List or Catalog Poem. You can go HERE for an Index of the Participating Poets.)

Fudezuka

“I believe in the lives of many things . . . . worn out and reborn. In Kyoto you find a very interesting tomb called fudezuka. It’s a tombstone for old pens. Once you use your pens, you cannot put them in the garbage, you have to perform a ritual.”

~  Hidetoshi Kato

In Northampton, MA as you step from shop to street you’re liable to look up from an ice cream cone or a thought, to see a clown standing off at some not far enough distance, staring at something, maybe you.

I saw a Monarch stopping over on a Commercial Street P’town blossom just before the necessary journey to Mexico. A friend took its picture. I wanted to introduce myself. We open we close. August folds us up, flutters us away.

Safety deposit box in which I save anecdotes, movie tickets torn in half, oily breadcrumbs of origin, particular colors that still fan out, recipes, coins, formulas, equations, nibs stained black and blue, words, white space, red candle wax, winter dreams, longing on a hinge, long-sleeved and emerald green.

Truck: DONNA FLEISCHER.

bones 6 – a haiku journal – is here

new snow –

a junco’s anus

revealed

– Donna Fleischer

bones 6 – a haiku journal.

finding its way back, a haiku by Donna Fleischer / South by Southeast

finding its way back

sure as the sun

a dandelion

Donna Fleischer
South by Southeast 19:2, June 2012

 

PHOTOBOOTH, NORTHAMPTON by Donna Fleischer / Back Room Live !

 

 

PHOTOBOOTH, NORTHAMPTON by Donna Fleischer « Back Room Live !

among the cold / Donna Fleischer

among the cold

scattered raindrops some

chirps that fade

Donna Fleischer

 

 

 

photobooth, Northampton / Donna Fleischer

photobooth, Northampton

If some long unborn friend looks at photos in pity, we say, sure we were happy, but it was not in the wind. – Muriel Rukeyser, Tree of Days

 

every year
we come here
to picture
our existence,
as women, as lovers

 

back at home
adorn refrigerator
with the miniature
black-and-white prayer strips
goofball poses, kisses

 

and, my favorites –
the two of us
side by side, head to head
looking plainly out
at this world
without a mirror

Donna Fleischer