Gingerbread House Lit Mag

What’s There, What’s Not There

1.

Today, I sense so many small men
crouching just off the trail: carved from
Mayan knives; Etruscan-faced, empty-eyed.

When I turn to look, they become slabs of stone.

2.

They are the prophets of apocalypse (an apocalypse
that’s already arrived – without the sirens),
their stone teeth silently grinding against stone.

I follow ancient tracks of water through sand. 

3.

Hallucinations, creatures of the Great Absence,
they rattle bleached twigs, raise spirals of dust, form
a circle of black needles around a dead piñon…

A pair of wings beat through juniper, unseen.

4.

Cars pass on the road, far below. I can hear
the scattered road-gravel being crushed, one by one,
between rubber and macadam.

Two yuccas huddle together in a field of stone.

Christien Gholson


Christien Gholson is the author of two books of poetry: On the Side of the Crow (Hanging Loose Press) and All the Beautiful Dead (The Bitter Oleander Press; winner of the Bitter Oleander Poetry Award and finalist for the NM book award); along with a novel, A Fish Trapped Inside the Wind (Parthian Books). A long eco-poem, Tidal Flats, can be found as Issue 63 of Mudlark. He was once a black feather in a blue dumpster; he is now the last leaf clinging to a pear tree. He lives in New Mexico, among the living and the dead. He can be found at: http://christiengholson.blogspot.com/.

Artwork: Noel Kerns, Evergreen
Websitehttps://www.noelkernsphotography.com/

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