POETRY


Julie Doxsee
©
Julie Doxsee 2006



GARDENS WERE CONSIDERATIONS

        linking error and
        error dangling

        for longer answers


                  today I
                  hoping to lie
                  lay
                  on the sand for the afternoon
                  shaped like a droopy spreading oak tree
                  plain among the villagers


below is [one of two churches from which chants fan out]


        the cat likes only liver-flavored food


                the president threw her hat
                            but the governor would have been more careful



                                       and here is my new question:

                              do you dance with birds

                                       to sing answers


                                       about the summer

                              canopies that

                                      changed the choice of nothing?

runoff will decide portions of


a year below a coastline
still tied to the touched keel

             on board
             bone weapons

                                        an inch from the heart

                                        pose as perfect nerve


                                                   the past
                                                   is transitive
                                                   its object is voices

 

 

pick out a sprout

            minus one gland
            filled with people:

            she became sad. they remain happy.

            change is a comparison almost
          worth the ship the

                            forest decays

red thumbnails
into error-weed where
she gives a special party
to correct the demons


I spoke easier questions earlier

between the two, two traps

& recall that we chose to imagine both a trophy
& the shape of a trophy

SOFT TRUTHS IN AN ORCHARD

 

 

 

 

books of lint to
open-close without


            very narrow new limbs

                        cold-sticking

the rib & houndstooth

to a foreign legend

                              waiting to be its
                              very own nightfall

                      nose to nose with an

open-close which buckles inward, the loose lamb

                                                                        still crowded by lambs.



THE WOMAN LOVED HER WOMAN TORNADO

no more than her lip catches

rolled back eyes

between skin & silence,

a sundial leaking the sun’s glow

conceals the goatskin fold.

 




Julie Doxsee
©
Julie Doxsee 2006

Julie Doxsee holds an MFA from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago and is currently a PhD candidate in the poetry program at the University of Denver. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Eratio, Elimae, Can We Have Our Ball Back, Word For/word, Denver Quarterly, the Colorado Review, Conduit, Typo, Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, Crudeoils, Double Room, GutCult, Versal, and other journals.

 


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