The shadows are stealing from us. First it was food: a half dozen glass jars of fig preserves set out to cool, the fragrant bread spread with butter and sprinkled with fine, white sugar that was to be our breakfast— The shadows grow fat and we thin. The shadows mock and taunt us. We cannot look in mirrors without black sheaths swaying before our faces. I wake from sleep in searing pain— a clump of hair missing from my scalp, bruises circling both my eyes. The shadows are abusing us. Your hands shake with distrust of the reality you thought you had a grip on. Your lips tremble miserably when you try to speak because a shadow filched words out of the jewel-case of your mouth. The shadows are making all of the decisons. We curl tightly into our bodies hoping to not cast anymore shadows. It has come to this: an avoidance of days; dead lamps in the evening, blacked out windows for fear of our very own lives. Now we are prisoners–powerless and distraught.
©2012 Clare L. Martin
My “5 Questions, 3 Facts” interview with Press 53 for “Eating the Heart First” was just published. It’s a fun read. Do click.
Thanks Press 53 and Christine!
My debut collection of poems is now available for pre-order from Press 53 as a Tom Lombardo Selection. Click on the cover image to take you to my page where you can order it. If you pre-order, you will have your book in hand, signed by me approximately one month before the publication date of Oct. 1st.
So much of my heart went into this book, it pulses. I hope you will enjoy! Love and thanks,
I have a listing in the Directory of Writers through Poet’s & Writer’s!
Clare L. Martin
I will be updating my listing with info on upcoming readings, which I am setting up now in anticipation of the book’s release. (Eating the Heart First, my debut collection of poetry, is forthcoming Fall 2012 from Press 53 as a Tom Lombardo Selection)
My poems “The Disease is at Home in Her” and “The Embalmer’s Wife” appear in the just-published issue 4.1 of Melusine: or Woman in the 21st Century. I am thrilled these poems have been presented to the world through Melusine.
Don’t tell my other poems, but “The Embalmer’s Wife” is a personal favorite. I am grateful to editor Janelle Elyse Kihlstrom for selecting these poems for inclusion in her fine journal. Please enjoy the entire issue. There are so many brilliant works within it!
Thanks for the read.
There are rooms in your heart I have never entered. Your eyes are foreign to me. Our conversations are half-spoken then abandoned. We are outsiders in our own lives. There is so much noise, constant noise setting our nerves cracking. I speak to loneliness. You speak to isolation. We are isolated in close proximity to each other. I look at women, the shape of their smooth calves, their perfectly painted toes and wonder if I could love them, if I could go through with it. No one would care. You would just say goodbye and that would be it. But you are everything and you know it. You pull back farther and farther. Now you are a small, black point on the blazing horizon and I am lost in seasick misery. A sick addiction fuels this black mood–
Sacrifice upon sacrifice and still we ache.