Monday, 5 November 2018

7 poems by Sara Backer

OR

On the seesaw fulcrum, tiny muscles quaver.


NOR

No one can tell grey cats apart unless they are together.


FOR

A taker forgets every gift.


SO

Keep listening for any chirp or trill or tap or growl.


BUT

For a moment, one hand will hold the other shut.


AND

What we know is always less than what we don't.


YET

Blue herons synchronize into a silent biplane.








Sara Backer, a composition instructor by day and MFA student by night, has published two chapbooks: Bicycle Lotus (Left Fork), which won the Turtle Island Poetry Award, and Scavenger Hunt (Dancing Girl Press). Her poems have appeared in The Rialto, New Welsh Reader, Crannóg, and more. Her poem "Coal, Crow, Shark" received commendation in the 2018 Hippocrates Prize for Poetry and Medicine. For links to journal publications, please visit sarabacker.com.

3 comments:

  1. Sara, I am savoring each of these over and over.

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  2. I had never realized that adages, pinpoint descriptions, and koans can turn into each other. Thank you.

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