Waxen

Photography by Charlotte Colbert

All is white these days, the humidifier noise through the night and late January skies, but I’d give my life not to remain a blank slate mirror anymore. Smooth, slippery cold marble surface, not even the Kronos Quartet playing Philip Glass to the much prayed-for snowfall, not even the kids’ laughs or cries, not even my husband saying poetry doesn’t matter can penetrate, or stick, or stain. Albedo one hundred percent. Read More

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Prodigal


Seek a place
In this cutting world
Two-edged sword
Blood-letting
Your filial bond to Read More

A Bleat


You heard
and came to know me.
You heard
though I could not breathe beneath
Strata of ages of iniquity;
I was molten below, trying to forego
Prize and price, there and bereft
of the strength I’d had in the Read More

Medicinal

Painting by Rachael Errington

Dendritic lies spread like an unearned ovation
Poisoning mankind’s body and hopeful expectation
Tasting metallic of both euthanasia and revelation
Atomic love and remorse in equal parts for expiation
A deadly sweet catalyst of symbiotic relation
When is amanita Happy Hour for cellular sedation? Read More

Enchanted

Painting by Mary Maxam

Go, and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me, where all past years are,
Or who cleft the Devil’s foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy’s stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

Come, and drink dream’s elixir
Bare the heart and let decant
Wild-eyed Destiny pricks her,
The one he came to enchant
Wonders pulse when bosom upheaves Read More

Poetry Challenge: Bold Tributes


If anyone is up for an inspiring challenge, come check out my poetry prompt over at dVerse that asks participants to “be bold in our truth-telling by illuminating powerful quotes that inspire social justice, global peace, or human rights.” There are several quotes from which to choose, or you may find your own. You will then break up the quote and embed it into your own poem. You can see an example of this in my latest poem, “I Know Something”. It’s been a pleasure to read what the talented poets are coming up with. I hope to read yours too! The prompt will be open to add your link until 1pm Rocky Mountain time, on Thursday 1/18.

2018, Amaya Engleking

“I Know Something”

Photography by Flip Schulke

 

Skeletons, eye X’s stipple the landscape
sometimes when children see it they’ll
reach for hands, give their fathers a kiss,
and know that THIS cures war and hatred;
but when they do and there’s nobody left,
injustice will fill their bereft hands to come
invading as false valor seeks vengeance Read More

Sliding Scale


Mentality shaky like an ancient mountain on a fault line slipping into the sea and the mountains don’t even speak to me anymore long neglectful of the dust that comprises their mass even when the shadows spill glorious on their umber cliff sides in low winter sun i am laid numb by the trisomy 13 and too premature and still-
births of strangers
sisters Read More