landscape
crag deep in these rolling hills
red sand worn smooth
glass wall arroyo
wild reckoning of
rainfall congregation
iron belly, iron rot
milky way candlelight
world atlas pressed
into the roof of my mouth
tongue scarred by
constellation wreckage
meltwater, melt flame
fingers are roadrunner feathers
all over me, shivering
boundless quiet
echoes twice
along rock falls
appetite rampant, appetite dreadful
skin clings to earth wonder
filthy wasteland of bones
made alter for the wicked
shrine of many names
and so, so bright
Allegory
Ping pong like barn door
slamming as you open and shut
metronome counting the years
as you swing against the frame
and how I wish I could know more of you
than your hinges
the weathered and rusted parts
you introduce yourself with
rage orange and black
craving absolution and dominion in equal measure
having known neither except in witnessing
you fill your blood with flames
until you weep
and I wonder if you’d recognize me
without my worry
if your mind would cast shadows
to make itself believe
Alexandra Corinth is a disabled writer and artist based in DFW. She is also an editorial assistant for the Southwest Review. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in the Mayo Review, Mad Swirl, Thimble Literary Magazine, and Atticus Review, among others. Her poem, “A Guide for the Visitors of Solovetsky Monastery” was chosen as a top 10 winner of the Writer’s Garret’s 2018 Common Language Project. You can find her online at typewriterbelle.com.
