poems

eyemocean, a self-published chapbook

"The Waiting Room,” in Scalawag Magazine

“Woman with Death on Her Mind,” in Apogee Issue 11

“what of smoke?” in Femmescapes Vol. 4

 

“Glamour” in The Felt Issue 3

“Free Bresha, Free Us” in Fanzine

“Sestina” in Anj 

"Leaving it Behind" in Here, Where I Am

Sunshine @ Midnight, self-published

Portal

In a dream, you could do that. Hug someone you haven’t seen in years without crying. You could feel like you still lived in your old bedroom. You could go back to before like nothing, like magic, like the reverse of water down the drain.

 

I wish I could have said what I wanted to then but I was trying to hold back the wind from my cheeks. The minute stretches long then time splits me into colors. Suspended in time, we spin leaves before they hit the ground. Let’s dance in front of the garage! Let's catch the frogs and the leaves and the neighbor’s dog called Muffin. He sings in the yard to the cat called Cookie to come on home in a low melodic tone. 

 

Time ain’t nothing anyway, just dirt on the rug. You can brush it out of the way with an eyelash, out of the way with a word. You  can visit me somewhere impossible and grand but I’ll look for you in the dining room, at the cherrywood table, Sunday at three. You know which chair, behind the hedges. I’ll leave the garden light on for you. I’ll wait as long as I need to. The land demands us as we were. Innocent, loving, magnolia petal soft, pine pungent. Resilient like air.

New Year Meditation

New Year on our heels, last few days of 2019

warmer than it should be

light breeze like the tail end of fall or the beginning of spring

the food is hot and our hearts are warm and beating

trees are still and cold, lights blinking

pay attention because this moment is fleeting

 

New Year on our heels

the calendar moves forward and it before it gets warmer 

It will definitely get colder

like this time last year I look back and I wonder how I got over

the body ages but the spirit never grows older

 

the sun shines behind the clouds, the sun shines

and time, time moves so fast the present moment is the only one

when I look into your face I remember where I’m from

 

the days move like water

each flowing into the next

gone before I realize they’re done

back to work after the fun and I’ll miss you 

the holidays bring us home a new moon

and a shivering sun

when I look into your face I remember where I’m from

behind the clouds

the sun shines

the sun shines

Beach Poem 26

 

Playing with the edge of the sea

The year turns on itself

Eyes inward

The full moon rises on a spiderweb

Sea foam

A man stops me to talk

There’s always a new face

To smile into

Two: like choices

 

Gleaming new teeth

The body remembers something before i

Leave I see and gasp

Fuscia orb and orange large

Smushed face rises

I keep finding new

Rooms inside my flowers

Delicate like tea leaves

© 2020  Nina Oteria Foster