the Poet:
Sarah Coury has worked as a small business owner, field
biologist, and park ranger. She gardens in the summer and writes in the winter.
Her poetry, prose, and nonfiction have appeared in a number of literary journals.
She lives with her family in Kalamazoo, Michigan.
the Poem:
Mysteries
abound. Who is the “we” who speaks? Did they “buy the farm” literally or
figuratively? They’re not part “of the old wood, the rough temple” but they
have certainly merged into the landscape. Their long stillness seems almost
disembodied, choral, as they observe their environment. They invite us past the
decay, beautiful though it may be, to witness something more liminal: a
landscape left fallow invites the sky downward, brings it “close, immediate,” refigures
it as another form of wildlife. And as exhilarating as the sky falling to earth
as a winged creature might be, what is even more thrilling is the suggestion
that there are creatures able to lie still enough to witness it. Which circles
around to the initial mystery: who speaks?
the Design:
Title & Name: 36pt & 30pt Gloucester MT
Extra Condensed
Body: 16pt Show White
The
small caps of Snow White are rough hewn (the w’s and s’s especially) which
makes each line into a “vast and quiet cedar beam.” Its tiny punctuation
amplifies the effect, eliding the sentences together into solid text.
Gloucester’s curves and weight provide a slight relief from the blocky body,
like a sign that remains upright long after its farm has been abandoned.
online ISSN: 2651-3801
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