13
by D.A. Powell
afraid to write
then
in visible ink
so I invented
an alphabet
whose lithe strokes
hid even from me
the sunsets
lists of people
who touched me
who I touched
in return
the letters
like blades
of ordinary grass
quarternotes
and curlicues
little flicks
like the first L’s
which whipped the
backs of camels,
that was
the Q which came
up frequently
in my forgotten
tongue of quaver
and commands
a script to hide
its Q’s but not
afraid to
make them
tell even if
just the angels
read this music
better really
the angels
have made
alphabets
before to hide
the names of
God they must
not tell
any of this
14
By D.A. Powell
I couldn’t see
then
the ghost
who walked
beside me
was my own
true love
the form
of whom
would change
he was
a shifting sea
a shifting he
I couldn’t be
myself but he
could be he
could be me
or anyone
time does
cruel tricks
just like me
just like he
RHYMES WAITING TO BE MADE POEMS OUT OF:
by D.A. Powell
Hair and heron, air and Aaron, portents and Hortense, flocculence and moccasins, bear and
baron, farcical and popsicle, opulence and obstacle, barbarous and barnacle, fleabag and seahag,
north and fork and porch and pork, webinar and motorcar, broken heart and shopping cart,
isn’t and pissant, quizzical and business school, barium and aquarium, anemone and BLT,
whimsy and virginity, carapace and omnibus, immaculate ejaculate, penis and meanness, floral
and immoral, cinnamon iridium, cocksucker and calculator, mastermind and masturbator,
stimulate and smell ya later. Asswipe and guttersnipe.
Enter Faun
by D.A. Powell
snared by the lantern light
of sheer shoulderblade cut meadowgrass, the sour dew
on sorrel, the greasewood in
serpentine barrens, creamy
chamise that seeds after fire,
the scrub oak and knobcone,
the twisted trunk of manzanita,
radial symmetry of roughleaf
aster, astir, curving, comely
hidden flower, at the amber
hour, the milky moon already
risen, the horns of the bucks,
the horns of the owls, the hind
legs of the honeybee, the thrust
of scented gentians, the bare
branch grasped at, heavy,
sleek, forked, ropey, rugged,
a cool sip from the tin canteen,
the turn, the tug, the trigger,
the bigger the moon the better
I see where your shadows lie,
crevice, creek, channel trout,
fly fisher, hewn log, smooth frog,
hound dog, bay laurel, quick zip,
pellucid trail of button's banana
slug, the slug from the jug, the
jugular vein, the bristle on the
boar's back, the caught limb,
him, me, heave, leaves, rustle
of the limbs of the walnut trees
About the author
D.A. Powell is a professor of writing at University of San Francisco. His most recent collections are Atlas T (Rescue Press, 2020) and Low Hanging Fruit (Foundlings Press, 2022). His poems have appeared most recently in Poetry Northwest, Cape Cod Review and Paris Review.