Sixfold Poetry Winter 2015
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Sixfold is an all-writer-voted journal. All writers who upload their manuscripts vote to select the highest-voted $1000 prize-winning manuscripts and all the short stories and poetry published in each issue.
In Sixfold Poetry Winter 2015:
J. H Yun | Yesenia & other poems
Colby Hansen | Killing Jar #37 & other poems
Melissa Bond | Freud's Asparagus & other poems
Jane Schulman | When Krupa Played Those Drums & other poems
Susan F. Glassmeyer | First Moon of a Blue Moon Month & other poems
Melissa Tyndall | Haptics & other poems
Micah Chatterton | Medicine & other poems
Emily Graf | Toolbox & other poems
Kate Magill | LV Winter, 2015 & other poems
Michael Fleming | Meeting Mrs. Ping & other poems
Richard Parisio | Brown Creeper & other poems
Jennifer Leigh Stevenson | Circe in Business & other poems
Laurel Eshelman | Tuckpointing & other poems
Barry W. North | Molotov Cocktail of the Deep South & other poems
Charles C. Childers | Privilege & other poems
Ricky Ray | A Way to Work & other poems
Cassandra Sanborn | Revelation & other poems
Linda Sonia Miller | Full Circle & other poems
J. Lee Strickland | Anna's Plague & other poems
Erin Dorso | In the Kitchen & other poems
Holly Lyn Walrath | Behind the Glass & other poems
Jeff Lewis | Charles Ives, A Connecticut Yankee & other poems
Karen Kraco | Shaker Village at Pleasant Hill & other poems
Rafael Miguel Montes | Casket & other poems
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Sixfold Poetry Winter 2015
by Sixfold
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2015 Sixfold and The Authors
www.sixfold.org
Sixfold is a completely writer-voted journal. The writers who upload their manuscripts vote to select the prize-winning manuscripts and the short stories and poetry published in each issue. All participating writers’ equally weighted votes act as the editor, instead of the usual editorial decision-making organization of one or a few judges, editors, or select editorial board.
Each issue is free to read online and downloadable as PDF and e-book. Paperback book available at production cost including shipping.
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Sixfold Poetry Winter 2015
J. H Yun | Yesenia & other poems
Colby Hansen | Killing Jar #37 & other poems
Melissa Bond | Freud's Asparagus & other poems
Jane Schulman | When Krupa Played Those Drums & other poems
Susan F. Glassmeyer | First Moon of a Blue Moon Month & other poems
Melissa Tyndall | Haptics & other poems
Micah Chatterton | Medicine & other poems
Emily Graf | Toolbox & other poems
Kate Magill | LV Winter, 2015 & other poems
Michael Fleming | Meeting Mrs. Ping & other poems
Richard Parisio | Brown Creeper & other poems
Jennifer Leigh Stevenson | Circe in Business & other poems
Laurel Eshelman | Tuckpointing & other poems
Barry W. North | Molotov Cocktail of the Deep South & other poems
Charles C. Childers | Privilege & other poems
Ricky Ray | A Way to Work & other poems
Cassandra Sanborn | Revelation & other poems
Linda Sonia Miller | Full Circle & other poems
J. Lee Strickland | Anna's Plague & other poems
Erin Dorso | In the Kitchen & other poems
Holly Lyn Walrath | Behind the Glass & other poems
Jeff Lewis | Charles Ives, A Connecticut Yankee & other poems
Karen Kraco | Shaker Village at Pleasant Hill & other poems
Rafael Miguel Montes | Casket & other poems
Contributor Notes
J.H Yun
Sundays for the Faithful II
They tear into the face of the gape mouthed mackerel,
dislodging the eyes and sharing them, unhinging the jaw so it hangs,
a flap of skin after a potato peeler mishap. I wonder about the assaulting
nature of winter. The way it comes and comes,
and seduction is a violence all its own. Did you drink from the fountain
you weren’t supposed to yet? Even the dumbest of birds are struck
with the same madness that send them all careening south
balding the horizon in winter when the first snow falls
when the bud first bursts or is first burst.
When I was young I couldn’t outrun my lisp or gap toothed whistle.
Outside the sky is curdling over, masking daddy’s view of us,
and the stragglers with their frostbitten wings are thrown down
as if they were born for that. Inside, the boys corral the quiet ones
into the closet, undress them, prick bloodied initials on their flush pink skin.
Tells them hush, Daddy’s too busy spying on the neighbors to hear you anyhow.
Yesenia (Castro Valley’s Jane Doe)
Nine years old, we nose the gully’s edge for flowers
to eat, pant legs rolled to tufts on our bug bitten calves.
Here, we fancy ourselves deer,
and like any good creature of prey, we cringe away from noise,
the mere suggestion of headlights groping the fog
at a distance we can’t quite see over the creek’s open mouth.
We feign fear, but only for fun. For whatever reason,
feeling hunted and liking it. When we come across a vine
of purple flowers, we linger.
Look, honeysuckles, I say, wrong though I don’t know it yet,
and we pull the stems off the violet’s head, lick the nectar
from the apex where the petals gather, suck until we are sated
and leave the gully as humans again. Now forget us.
Here comes the girl with the crown of chestnut hair
followed by a man, but he is not important.
She will lie with the violets for weeks before she’s found,
nestled in a canvas bag like a chrysalis with a throatful of rags,
lovely in the police composite sketch,
she won’t own a name for ten years. But the butterfly clip
in her hair confesses. Clinging to her despite river bed muck,
despite winter, despite cruel hands committing her body to earth,
its sweet, pink adornments insisting She was a child, she was a child,
while the bust made from a study of her bones smiles
soft through the static, right before we change the channel.
Colby Hansen
The Lepidopterist
I rap on the front screen door
and press my forehead
against the wire mesh to see inside—
smelling Pall Mall smoke
and hearing that dry creak of chains
from the porch swing dangling on the eave.
There, on the seat:
the Echium Daily News,
open to the obituaries
because the lepidopterist always starts her day
by checking to see if she made it through the night.
She had a stroke a few years back,
smoking Pall Mall cigarettes on the front porch—
one moment flicking burning ashes into the grass,
and the next:
pitching over the rail,
some little artery in her brain
erupting like an overfilled water balloon.
Only her left side survived.
Her right has been dead ever since.
The rubber tip of her polished, mahogany cane
meets the linoleum of the kitchen floor.
I listen to her approach:
the thump of her cane;
the drag of her leg;
the rasp of her breath.
Ithonia Brushfoot hobbles toward me
on a path etched into the carpet
like tire ruts on a dirt road.
Thump.
Drag.
Rasp.
It is as if the line between Heaven and earth
has been drawn down the middle of her body,
and after all this time
she still doesn’t know which place she would