Byline: Matthew Brailas

Elegy

Imagine horses at night, their terrible heat. A field torn open by hooves.   Or slumbering in a great circle. Hair. Haunch. Lilacs moaning in the dark.   Fires moaning in the dark. Morning gropes like a mound of hands. … Read More

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Letter from Lia Beach

For the island has harpooned me.

For the day will not end.

For salt-drunk I swam to an underwater cave and saw clear through but the sea pressed me and I turned.

For I am glad you could not see me clamber onto the stone beach, awkward as a palsied horse and naked but for goggles.

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The Raising of Jairus’ Daughter

And straightway the damsel arose, and walked… and [he] commanded that something be given her to eat.   Jairus, whose name means “God will awaken.” Softly: his daughter. Softly: night’s passage. Fever holding her throat in its teeth.   She … Read More

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