Three Things I Learned in ChurchSometimes I am both
the cow and the fire, strangely yoked.
My fat drips, my heat licks,
and the congregation feasts
poetry
Rook Burdick
Rook is a poet living in the Inland Northwest. They are currently studying to get an MFA in poetry. They are an editor of the chicken-centric art & poetry zine COOP: chickens of our poetry.
Spokane, WA, United States
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Selected work (11 publication)
What Dzierzon SawAs he peered through hexagonal cells
within the hivestack he devised,
watching embryonic queens swirl in royal jelly—
poetry
Leaf BurningTogether we’ve gathered them, these sheaves,
like pages from Nag Hammadi’s codices,
piling them, raking the scattered reams
of dusty, crumpled, nut-brown oak leaves.
poetry
The PrairieThe nature of things:
light licks grass, bugs crawl and sing,
I devour and am consumed in return.
poetry