Vol. 7 No. 2

Fall 2024

Aperture 4
Editor's Note
My Pointe Shoes and Journals Shared a Box Under My Bed
The White Light of Universal Upload, Etc., Etc.,
Mother-Me
A Portrait of the Patient with Anxiety and Cheshire Cat Grin
Aperture 1
Changing the daisies
Accidental Poetry
Rotaried Darkness
Tocolytic Haze
Le temps [Time]
The Disinfectant Girl
Wildfire
Mimosa Pudica
Le temps [Time]
We tore out the garden
Love Sponge
Screw
La natura non ha fretta (eppure tutto si realizza) [Nature is in no rush (and yet everything gets done)]
Aesthesia
Velvet
Worn
La natura non ha fretta (eppure tutto si realizza) [Nature is in no rush (and yet everything gets done)]
Loss
Spaghetti
Ode to My Brand-Name Birth Control
Unless
Incessant Spring Rain
On My Birthday
Degrees of Separation
Iago
Loves Me Some Pizza
A May Morning
The Refugee Camp
When The Spring Sun Shines
Autobiography of Black and White
The Fourth Dimension
Evolution
Echoes of Elders I
Bedside Manner
What I Fear to Discover
We Use Acetone to Clean Beakers as If We Still Prize Purity
Echoes of Elders II
River Song 2
What Otherwise You Might Forget
Flying Lessons
Echoes of Elders III
Who Were You in a Dream?
Roxbury, 1968
Foresight
Mourning
Pain is a Dagger Burning into my Heart
To a Departed Pekingese
Faces
My Daughter, the Volcano
The Apartment, In Its Resting State
Souvenirs
Day of the Goose
Orchid Shadows
Lugubrious
Hide-and-Seek
When the Girl with the Golden Ball rejects young Ewan McGregor’s praise
Pose of Glances
The sky as we (don’t) know it
The Dustrunners
Changed Landscape
Cherry Blossoms
Passages
Migration
Zephyr Sighs
Little Criminals
In August
The Tree of Life
Glyph Aubade
Gravidas
prayer, it might be called

Changing the daisies

Cut a daisy, then place it in water and food coloring to produce flowers of a shade similar to the dye. –Instructions for Dyeing Flower Petals, Perennial Summer Daisy Seed Packet


I put nine pale daisies
in a clear glass vase,
add a few drops of blue
dye to the water.
Hours later,
green stemmed daisies with pale blue petals
sit in afternoon light on the windowsill.
The breeze sighs:

          Don’t we all take up and hold
         
what is in the water?

I cannot live in the world
without saying that
how we speak to one
another matters.

I cannot live in the world
without asking for more
champions of kindness.

I cannot live in the world
and pretend it is
perennial summer–
that everything is fixed while
so many are floodstained by fear, are
clipped by the hot blade of rage.

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