Note from the Editors

 

   SEEING RED 

    ENDU(RED) ADMI(RED)
    DESI(RED) WONDE(RED)
    RUMO(RED) ADO(RED)
    ENAMO(RED) INSPI(RED)
    DISCOVE(RED) SAC(RED)
    HUNGE(RED) WONDE(RED)
    EXPLO(RED) FEATU(RED)
    AUTHO(RED) SEA(RED)
    DA(RED) UNCENSO(RED)
    SOA(RED) ADVENTU(RED)

 

 

    


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Invocation


Take me through vine-tangle and sugar crop; take me down 
the roads of unearthing to dust.

Take me through wind-clatter and every stubborn
weather, whether in Mali or Texas, to dust.

Take me to shotgun meals served by reporters & tyrants, sculptors
& judges who bring forth feasts from the dust.

(Take me to the underbelly.
I will not shrink.

Take me to the Roman grapes 
and not for the romance only.)

Take me to a holy watering place
and rinse my feet of the cling of the dust.

Take me to the ancestors who’ve died so
we’ll be fluent when we join them in dust.

Take me to vibration and echo:  your congas & timbales,
your boasting percussion, before they are stilled by the dust.

Take me from pity and, from my wounding, take me—
for reward and for cure and for now unto dust—


Lynne Thompson
is the author of three chapbooks and two full length collections, Beg No Pardon and Start With A Small Guitar.  A Pushcart Prize nominee, Thompson’s work has appeared in Ploughshares, Crab Orchard Review, and Weave, among others.  A 2015 City of Los Angeles Fellow, Thompson is the Reviews & Essays Editor of the Orange County journal, Spillway.

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