Still life: present paused, briefest
catch in the smooth-running reel.
We fill our gaze and then
the apple rolls onward
the fish completes its leap
the wine is lifted, drunk.
Nature morte: more true. Corpses
poised above a bin
the flowers on intravenous
the hare stiff furred, staring
and the apple already circling
the drain of its own circumference.
is a consulting editor, writer, photographer, and amateur astronomer. She lives near and works in Boston and has an MA degree from the University of Massachusetts. She has upcoming or published poetry in the South Florida Poetry Journal, Viewless Wings, and Please See Me.
