Theresa Senato Edwards’ poetry books include Voices Through Skin (Sibling Rivalry Press). A poem from this book entitled “Her Rituals” was a poetry finalist for the OCD Foundation’s Dare to Believe Contest; Painting Czeslawa Kwoka - Honoring Children of the Holocaust, a full-color collaboration with painter, Lori Schreiner (unbound CONTENT), which won the Tacenda Literary Award for Best Book; and two chapbooks: The Music of Hands (Webbook, Seven CirclePress; print edition, self-published); and Green (republish forthcoming, Finishing Line Press; first published by Another New Calligraphy). Excerpts from Edwards’ manuscript in progress, "Wing Bones," can be found in Gargoyle Magazine and online at The Nervous Breakdown. Edwards was nominated for a Pushcart Prize and received a writing residency from Drop Forge & Tool. Her website: http://tsenatoedwards.wix.com/tsenatoedwards.
H E R M E N E U T I C C H A O S J O U R N A L
T H E R E S A S E N A T O E D W A R D S
W H I T E H E R O N S
Your escape would be easy from the marble
drawer because my mind is
Wings pulling pulling a red balloon
dragged along the river, holding
You, mother, waved over, rushed into my day.
What can I ask for that rivers hide?
White herons on black ice forage without
neglect. Large mother fingers
Bordered by river eating before their hunger.
“Grief is fluid,” my sister said.
I didn’t search for motion; it bottled and
spilled me into thirst,
Sewed me to trees taut with life. What
can I say when fallen apples
Bruise? Death skin first. Blunt force
can do this. Or toughen your
Pregnant girl, her fatty film to carry that
life. Murky river behind yellow
Eyes, bruise growing up an arm: a foreshadow
then. Now withdrawal from one
Drug to receive the next, trying to talk without
stutter. Herons turning turning to
Flight winter’s pull. Their instinct tempts a
banshee deep inside me.
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