Darkness is only a small part of the problem. Your vision works fine—you’ve tested it in daylight. But now you are underground on dusty earth that was once underwater like the seafloor. And as in the desert that was once a seafloor there will be remnants for the observant. A smell, say, where water-soaked walls … Continue reading Inside the Well,
by Rebecca Aronson
Before the cake there were eggs and flour. I sang as I beat one egg into another to make a yellow foam. Back to the shell, my song unraveled and the yolk pulled up into itself. Forlorn veil of sun-laced whites in their reverse slide. Before the eggs in their neat refrigerated cups, a factory … Continue reading Aubade
by Rebecca Aronson
Rebecca Aronson’s first book Creature, Creature won the Main-Traveled Press poetry book contest and was published in 2007. Her poems have appeared in Tin House, the Georgia Review, Cream City Review, Mas Tequila Review, Quarterly West, and others. She lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico, where she teaches writing and enjoys the mountains.
