At the edge of fall, I felled with
coarse threads of catalpa that
moment ago held shapeless as
time. There was seared leaves in
the wheels of season, caught
with mesquite’s undertow, dun-
spilled, darning pleats of glass
moths risen through twigs’ snap.
Postscript to my wind-reversed
steps wearing eddies of chromo-
sphere, I tilted an insomniac
dulcet to raw licorice interludes,
mouth chiseled from anecdotes
of sparing September on gnarled
harmonium, arms sired out to
blisters that refused the lullaby
of grey-storm ghosts, turning like
a girl expatriating from the lone-
liest to fools of driven morphology,
pitching to life’s cancerous thirst.
About the Author
A three-time Pushcart Prize & Bettering American Poetry nominee, Lana Bella is an author of three chapbooks, Under My Dark (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016), Adagio (Finishing Line Press, 2016), and Dear Suki: Letters (Platypus 2412 Mini Chapbook Series, 2016), has had poetry and fiction featured in over 380 journals, including The Acentos Review, California Quarterly, Expound, Grey Sparrow, Notre Dame Review, Otoliths, Poetry Salzburg Review, San Pedro River Review, The Ilanot Review, Vayavya, Waccamaw, and Westwind, among others. She resides in the U.S. and the coastal town of Nha Trang, Vietnam, where she is a mom of two far-too-clever-frolicsome imps. Visit her at: https://www.facebook.com/Lana-Bella-789916711141831/.