Poetry — September 12, 2011 12:49 — 0 Comments

Navigator – Claire Barnard

one night alone after too much
knowing one cannot
put the sea to bed

said who is left can
arrow, suspend and lean
towards home

looked a long way while
his hands went
over the side and under

with all the maps
but stars cut through the water

Bio:

Claire Barnard was born in France but grew up mostly in small towns in the Northwest with trains running through them. She has a BA in English/Creative Writing from Eastern Washington University, and has worked as a clown, pizza-maker, grocery bagger, bookstore clerk, and most recently, an English teacher. She has been living in Vietnam for the past year.

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What am I?

Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies

Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;

Scientists can't find me.

Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—

Remind me:

The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…

Tick, Tock: Divine me.

-- Richard Kenney

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