poems by Carolyn Srygley-Moore What we confront informs us // for R What green cat eyes we confront inform our work how we hammer the horseshoe;          how we weld the stained glass filled overheaping with stories. You have looked death in the face          as the body betrays. I can see you           alone in your room [...]

poems by Carolyn Srygley-Moore A Question of Durability  1) The durability of red origami sailboats, lit paper folded by my grandfather’s War-pitted hands – hands I scarcely remember, though I recall the water Licking my sunburnt elbows. The sun was already going down, swiftly Down, the green shadows faltering in order to gather me into [...]

three poems by Carolyn Srygley-Moore  By the Light of my Lamp We have begun fighting again; the scared light of my lamp, one bird             amongst a multitude of birds, starlings crashing up from the trees, one,                                     stillborn, watching. I’ve read that everything ends, but it’s mythos, memory is vapor, hot, roiling over deer-timbred [...]