Cornelia Travnicek, Parablue: Conversations with Sylvia II

  Shift First, the silence hits You: flying insects, A bark, though neither Come from there Because nothing Comes from here. Metal shrieks across metal When the last Gate is forced shut. Thirty pieces of silver sway The owner and now you’re Just awaiting The iron chain of exclamation. Behind these high windows, Our great-grandmothers, … More Cornelia Travnicek, Parablue: Conversations with Sylvia II

Cornelia Travnicek, Parablue: Conversations with Sylvia

Parablue 1. The ground stiffens under her feet As the reek of cabbage bakes in the sun Netted in the dog’s eyelashes, an insect, A rodent’s leg in the dusty lane Dried to bone, a tuft of fur. A caterpillar, cradled in a cocoon, Dangles like wind chimes And sways, asleep The dog takes the … More Cornelia Travnicek, Parablue: Conversations with Sylvia