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This time of year
by Sherry Rind

everybody’s making holes

the chicks scratch through their litter
only to find yesterday’s news beneath

the flickers peck the earth for ants
and enlarge their home in the alder

my nephew’s son cries out
when every hole in the bath fills up

I dig post-holes for the new fence
and little divots in a row for peas

and tiny needle-holes
across the sheer fabric of a summer dress

and my heart dissolves
in the space between your coming and going

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 21, Issue 1.

Sherry RindSherry Rind is the author of four collections of poetry and editor of two books about Airedale terriers. She has received awards from the National Endowment for the Arts, Anhinga Press, Artist Trust, Seattle Arts Commission, and King County Arts Commission. Her poems have appeared recently in Cloudbank, Marathon Literary Review, Crosswinds, Weatherbeaten, Shark Reef Review, and others.

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Common Plants of Nunavut
by Caroline Goodwin

MOUNTAIN AVENS

This is when the birds start to lay eggs. And this
one starts to uncoil. Today the sky is most unfriendly.

Downright hostile, one could say. All pallid, all doughy, all
globule, all spasm, all unshapely, all unspun. When at last

they can’t find you anywhere, they remove the breathing
tube. Every scrap of cloth. It is dream it is denim it is done.

It is the caribou thundering off.

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 21, Issue 1.

caroline-goodwinCaroline Goodwin’s books are Trapline, Peregrine and The Paper Tree. A former Wallace Stegner Fellow in poetry at Stanford University, she currently teaches at California College of the Arts and the Stanford Writer’s Studio. From 2014 – 16 she served as the first Poet Laureate of San Mateo County, California. Website: carolinegoodw.com

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Misdirection
by Jen Karetnick

To seal the mouth after the Seder meal
so that nothing unholy might enter
with the exception of two cups of wine
is what the Haggadah writes of matzoh—

digest a one-half egg volume portion.
Digest a one-half egg volume portion.

Then recite the prayer that turns dust to dough.
About such magic there’s just one question
for the ascetic skeptic to answer:
How do you measure an egg that’s partial,

how do you conjure solids to liquids?
This trap of estimation is mild
enough, but video game logic lies
ahead—to know something you must break it.

Eggs are like rules, good only through the cracks.
Eggs are like rules, good only through the cracks.

Take direction from the Furies and whisk
into three tablespoons, more or less.
Now you see. If the words are updated,
also risk the chosen, misunderstood gods.

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 21, Issue 1.

Jen KaretnickJen Karetnick is the author of seven poetry collections, including The Treasures That Prevail (Whitepoint Press, September 2016).She is co-editor of SWWIM Every Day. Find her on Twitter @Kavetchnik. More at jkaretnick.com.

 

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