Anne-Adele Wight has written two chapbooks and a long poem in sections, Liberty’s Creature. She just finished a full-length manuscript and has begun looking for a publisher. Her work has appeared in American Writing, Philadelphia Poets, Tabula Rasa, Shrike, Mad Poets Review, Philadelphia Writers’ Conference Anthology, and The Dariens. She lives in Philadelphia and is Vice President of the series Poets and Prophets. In her daily life she works as an editor and lives with her husband and two cats. The voices of wild creatures help her discover her poems. She is thankful.
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Fighting under Bulbs in April Tradition how veins ride under your wrist like ships trepidation how we all pull toward the sea marked with elemental colors replace ourselves in a cave every winter under penalty of spring nothing left to chance Hibernation arterial secret stroked in fur how we’re all made alike new bears crack flagstones breaking out of their born cave cute only at first code rewrites itself at ground level fighting under bulbs in April angry fluorescent fighting over stone bread that keeps disappearing over how many lovers can love spring at the same time Listen to the sun hum its dark side true color amethyst feel pulsing all around you like a maze of yarn captive pulses colliding in an angry hive cinderblock back alley clanging door knifepoint nowhere left magnolia smells like a liquid you can’t drink what will you miss by jumping off a catwalk into the river? faces flow on top of the current seven billion blue as veins calling Leopard Flower Preliminary estimate control half traditional, half peeled your arbitrary factor raises a crane over your head listen upstairs arbitrary something you made up the way cranes are made up research into runes brings us under birch trees this side of a hanging commute sentence to beating with birch twigs at a science fair sanitary in season moment when earth bleeds from its root did you really request an avalanche? raw materials in toolshed you think you know what’s there A girl steps into the locked ring of birch trees a woman looks for blood she’ll never see pregnancy slips out of being someone keeps handing on the green scarf decorate me all over with black roses leopard flower she drew a rune over her uterus to blot out cancer gave birth half covered on her back in a hailstorm under peeling birch bark are we fine now? claws growing under hypnosis No advance control no correct estimate pre-meeting veers off subject did you order animals for the toolshed? they’ll split it open. Garden Party Revisit Revisit context under terrace as a garden party bring it home coated with pollen in your favorite color plants convey root light on your frequency our parents left us in egg cups crated on the outskirts of Antarctica how we’ve grown into planet-like objects everyone wants to get rid of more trouble than Pluto they’re burning seeds we’re out here mingling while they burn seeds Can you grow another heartbeat? can we exchange parts with a plant? remap inner geography organ by organ yours now mine is this how it feels? I’m telling you leave the seeds alone Birds land on an island to become black flowers ellipse begins as a steel belt we ride in faith around snake eye swiveling to watch us pivot on your back rhythm splices you in place blossoming orbit shoot flowers under your tongue taste a new kind of metal hear what you taste hear metal climbing a green stem toning in open flowers hear metal sounding on ocean floor hear metal ringing in the Mariana Trench chiming on peaks above the Tibetan Plateau hear your world build on metal taste harmony taste chords metal in dominant seventh sit on a bench to play drums music torrent brings fish pouring through cornfield brings bull with tail full of summer seed Can we still hide in the garden? can we hide from the party? be careful whose back you ride we mine seed out of context and burn it become a stone figure under eight-point star drawn on black paper watch it shine through flight feathers revisit context leave the seeds alone remember lavender strobing under your skin? Garden Party Famine Wear sunglasses with systemic lipstick do you hate parties? trees and sky turn green blue like mold people gather to watch sunset through three fountains poison guests randomly some ravenous, some not instead of moonrise glass plate overhead spirals purple and teal procession of left-handed people searches for turtles under light from the spillway if you eat or drink in the castle this party will never end why are sky and trees falling away? Landscape Design Inconstancy of earthmover and cherry picker draws blood how we turn the yard inside out to clean it pack our DNA in pewter let current invade bone structure internal organs begin to show in my hair can I atone for self-deception by throwing wood off a cliff? we hang pieces of river to dry on a clothesline talk about flowers while a hand blue as disease runs up our back orbital camera captures from space red sand spreading like the Wall of China dinosaur eye looked through me before I was born that scar like fur where fingers touch my central spine how black stars roar in turned soil design the next garden as a stairway flowering underground mirror gives back a sine wave made of grass.