for all those lost without reason
stay safe in the strath / stay low / wade
in the gray / heron waiting / still / thistles & tall
grasses / can i wait / stray / lay my dreams
on the peat / watch them run / aflame / missing
mother / far gone father / saccharine flashes of home /
there / follow running water / cold tidal
mouth / there / ghosts of wolves trot / grown
dead pups / digging up tombs / the end of the earth
is north / do i remember / sun all hours / silver
darlings leaping / fistfuls of sloe / if i flatten
their faces / carve them into names on stone /
where moss will not / grow / where can i go /
My Partner Reminds Me the Universe Loves Me
I tell her:
Imagine a bowl
of half-chewed
cherries. Charred
logs left over
from a revelry.
A chickadee’s
simple tseet turns
into ceaseless
chatter, all reverie
now irascible
and gone.
Imagine
a naked shore
suddenly torched
by the charge
of lightning
after evenings
of showers.
Imagine every
chary voice
didn’t whisper,
but shouted.
In her silence
I’m left
wondering, did I
mishear?
Did I miss it all?
Livia Meneghin (she/her) is the author of the chapbook Honey in My Hair and the Sundress Publications Reads Editor. She earned a Writers’ Room of Boston Poetry Fellowship, Breakwater Review’s 2022 Peseroff Prize, and Second Place in The Room Magazine’s 2023 Poetry Contest. Her writing has found homes in Gasher, Thrush, Whale Road Review, and elsewhere. She earned her MFA from Emerson College, where she now teaches writing and literature. She is a cancer survivor.
