{"id":767,"date":"2017-06-16T16:09:56","date_gmt":"2017-06-16T16:09:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/requitedarchive.wordpress.com\/?p=767"},"modified":"2021-08-04T19:18:30","modified_gmt":"2021-08-04T19:18:30","slug":"when-starkness-borne-and-born","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/2017\/06\/16\/when-starkness-borne-and-born\/","title":{"rendered":"When Starkness Borne and Born"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Winter went riling against<br \/>\nhard grains of moxie, cotton<br \/>\nfailed to bud, and dovekies<br \/>\ntangled in casters of wind.<br \/>\nSo, I, too, will nudge into<br \/>\nthe dusk with its black,<br \/>\ndripping stars; thirst my lips<br \/>\nwith malt and smoke, pulses<br \/>\nwrested back for Percocet<br \/>\nrendezvous. Borne up by cries<br \/>\nas I was born, my escape into<br \/>\ncerebrum wound sharper<br \/>\nthan a knife cut around glass,<br \/>\nferocious and hunting, steel<br \/>\nchained to limestone, softness<br \/>\nto factory-decree\u2014yet, with<br \/>\ndistance, these tracks waxed<br \/>\nmy pressure point to balletic<br \/>\nminuets at midnight. Nest laid<br \/>\nand warm, I tasted what have<br \/>\nsilvered out in sweat, opined<br \/>\nfor the loss of milk and honey,<br \/>\nuncorked god from his brown-<br \/>\nneck jug.<\/p>\n<p>A three-time Pushcart Prize &amp; Bettering American Poetry nominee, <strong>Lana Bella<\/strong> is 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, <em>Acentos Review, Comstock Review, Expound, Ilanot Review, Notre Dame Review, Waccamaw, Word\/For Word<\/em>, among others, and work to appear in <em>Aeolian Harp Anthology, Volume 3.<\/em> Lana 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":"<p>Winter went riling against hard grains of moxie, cotton failed to bud, and dovekies tangled in casters of wind. So, I, too, will nudge into the dusk with its black, dripping stars; thirst my lips with malt and smoke, pulses<\/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\/767"}],"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=767"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/767\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1911,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/767\/revisions\/1911"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=767"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=767"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=767"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}