Issue 3 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
Issue 3 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
Issue 3 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
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RICHARD SPEAKES<br />
Scrimshaw<br />
The man that hacked my gums with an axe, slammed<br />
<strong>and</strong><br />
threw his arms around to make room for his booming<br />
heart,<br />
leans gently over his own shadow, a relic in his h<strong>and</strong>,<br />
<strong>and</strong> carves down into me my own size, makes me<br />
bigger than in my dreams,<br />
<strong>and</strong> the men so small, an etch or two, barely there<br />
in boats no bigger than a fin, look down<br />
into my mouth <strong>and</strong> see the black world can be killed,<br />
carved on the white <strong>of</strong> its own bone.<br />
I come out <strong>of</strong> a sailor's dark pocket like the pole-star<br />
suddenly emerged on a night <strong>of</strong> storms, when all<br />
the bearings cross in the heart, when the reason<br />
for a man being here is in his fist, his thumb rubbing<br />
over <strong>and</strong> over the lines engraved, making<br />
a heat he tries to live in.<br />
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CARL LITTLE<br />
Water Lily<br />
Catalpa pods rattle,<br />
<strong>and</strong> when I shout down<br />
into the well, the words<br />
<strong>of</strong> my father echo back:<br />
Get out, Get out.<br />
Deep in the pond's mud shallows,<br />
my toe touches a bottle<br />
<strong>and</strong> I pull up a water lily root.<br />
It bobs at my knees,<br />
it won't stay planted.<br />
No wonder: father's on the dock.<br />
From behind a willow,<br />
I watch him toss corn to geese<br />
because he loves them<br />
<strong>and</strong> knows where I am hidden.<br />
Part moss, part water,<br />
I can outwait anyone.<br />
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