I stood alone at the salt edge,
\nmukluk with lug soles dwelt
\nripples of the Pacific in broad
\nlines, stirring engines of self-
\nwar. A marbled murrelet shot
\nout from the corduroy nest of
\nthe ocean, smattering close to
\nthe pink-eyed moon. Walking,
\nI walked until the smallness of
\nmercury melt into water, down
\nthe minerals slept beneath sea’s
\nmoat of fish, steeping in years
\nof bellicose upswell, helplessly
\nflorid in details, pearling clouds
\nfrom the drown of inshore stones
\nand ghost crabs. Cinders-slate,
\nmy heart pulsed in fingers held
\nout to the turbulent blue, yellow
\nhair traveled like a river, anabolic
\neyes threaded through relic bones
\nof the riparian trees, where light
\nturned black then silent, all rust
\ncatkins spiked, and where some-
\nthing else, gray-scale serpentine,
\nspun about the fluted trunk then
\nsped on. It jogged to mind of the
\nmurrelet in flight, dream-stillbirth,
\ninfinite; its passage cleaved on to
\ntime-based ephemera, reaching
\nthrough the lacquered side of topo-
\ngraphy, only to feed, spawn, arcs
\nleaked across the fluent sky, like
\ncruets pouring wine into throat,
\neclipsed fast with its downward
\nweight.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A three-time Pushcart Prize & Bettering American Poetry nominee, Lana Bella<\/strong>\u00a0is an author of three chapbooks, Under My Dark (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016), Adagio (Finishing Line Press, 2016), and Dear Suki: Letters (Platypus 2412 Mini Chapbook Series, 2016), has had poetry and fiction featured with over 400 journals, Acentos Review, Comstock Review, Expound, Ilanot Review, Notre Dame Review, Waccamaw, Word\/For Word<\/em>, among others, and work to appear in Aeolian Harp Anthology, Volume 3.<\/em>\u00a0Lana resides in the US and the coastal town of Nha Trang, Vietnam, where she is a mom of two far-too-clever-frolicsome imps.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I stood alone at the salt edge, mukluk with lug soles dwelt ripples of the Pacific in broad lines, stirring engines of self- war. A marbled murrelet shot out from the corduroy nest of the ocean, smattering close to the<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":384,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9926],"tags":[22072],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/764"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/384"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=764"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/764\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1912,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/764\/revisions\/1912"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=764"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=764"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=764"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}