Three PoemsI see the heart of the family
crawling out of the body
and clinging, lining, twining,
taking hold of the land.
poetry
Erika Luckert
Selected work (3 publications)
soot and spit on found paperI never wanted color
to be color, only
to put things together
in a luminous way.
poetry
Poem for the height our first sunflowers might have reachedThe August heat was harsh,
and they faltered as much
as they flourished, grew
only an inch at a time.
poetry