Object Permanence
in spring we come across a peeling house and fill it with pots and pans. sometimes I make noise with a wooden spoon. you fix shingles and leaks, tinker, turn
Emily Bergmann
February 10, 2017
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Poetry
Ripening
(after 8-bitfiction) you sink your sensible feet in the dirtwhile we talk about the heatpresuming the boundaries of the courtare drawn there like sowed beds, the summer being safe ground.a
Emily Bergmann
October 17, 2016
Poetry
Plum Island
after Andrew Wyeth‘s Squall the piping plovers hoppedalong the time I wentbirding, cold and wet dispositions fret,slickered yellow hiding behinddunes pock-marked by rain, canvas tote bagsdampened, ferried across the bayto observe
Emily Bergmann
June 17, 2016
Leap Day
balmy air sneaks its way throughthe gaps in the cable-knit,in this finicky colony housingconfused birds and the carnageof melting snow. people sharing happinesses,incredulous – it’s sixtyin the shade. the ground
Emily Bergmann
March 6, 2016
Still Life with a Jar of Honey, Left Open on the Kitchen Table
last night the clock struck three, a lonely bird chirped,and I walked into the kitchen on padded feet.slid onto the floor with the jar and a spoon from the sink.I
Emily Bergmann
December 2, 2015
Minding
all at once I hide myself,with found cravings in a coat pockethidden in autumn’s closet.a yellow leaf touched my faceand I wanted this silence:to bury my nose in your necklike
Emily Bergmann
December 2, 2015