Fiction, nonfiction, and poetry from our favorite emerging writers
We were so excited and overwhelmed by the poems we received for our upcoming Mundane Joys anthology that we had to share a few on The Rail! This week brings us a sweet ode to simple afternoons, from poet and photographer Ronda Broatch.
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What I Do Some Days
Afternoons, the weight of fog falls away.
Robins fuss over a nest of open mouths,
cushioned in moss and lichen. As I walk,
warning trills drift over violets, spill
notes simple, lilting. I won’t pare the vines
snaking up our entryway, and anyway
who would deny a home in kiwi leaves?
We, their observers, measure sadness,
one fig fewer than last year’s yield. We’re one
part muscle, one part risk, our wrists tattooed
in fragmented poetry. While I wait
for the day to gather up her vapor,
I stand beneath their busy chirping nest
holding my joy, my ravenous camera
Ronda Piszk Broatch, poet and photographer, author of Lake of Fallen Constellations, (MoonPath Press, 2015), Shedding Our Skins, (Finishing Line Press 2008), and Some Other Eden, (Finishing Line Press, 2005). rondabroatch.com