POETRY
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Jeff Alan - April Again
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Nicelle Davis - The Night Ci ...
Michael Diebert - Seniors
Daniela Elza and Al Rempel - ...
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Ricky Garni - After 5 Inches ...
Veronica Golos - Snow in Apr ...
Jean Hollander - Mare Imbriu ...
Allan Johnston - Yap
Tim Myers - Anorexic: A Ren ...
Eliza Victoria - Maps
Jeff Alan - April Again
Tom Daley - Plume [After Is ...
Nicelle Davis - The Night Ci ...
Michael Diebert - Seniors
Daniela Elza and Al Rempel - ...
Janice Moore Fuller - Visita ...
Ricky Garni - After 5 Inches ...
Veronica Golos - Snow in Apr ...
Jean Hollander - Mare Imbriu ...
Allan Johnston - Yap
Tim Myers - Anorexic: A Ren ...
Eliza Victoria - Maps

The Pedestal Magazine > Archives > ISSUE THIRTY-FIVE Aug-Oct (06) > Poetry >Jennifer K. Sweeney - The Bird Carver
| In a small cabin, seclusion of pine and the slanted rods of October light, a man carved birds with the features of women. His hands, maple-wide, also carved from wood, rough patterns of lines and calluses one could have studied and questioned. He would never call his work useful nor violent, though he took a knife as his brush. What could he say of his life´s work? How to know if the work was good or honest. Or to measure the weight of a cut block in his hands, the concentration before the fingers, hungry for form, feathered off curls of wood and the blade began to whittle a kind of music into the grain. How the life that carved was like the secret lives of trees under the earth, wood falling away as though the man were releasing birds trapped in the heart of the tree, that the hands believed they were the makers of birds, that their effort sealed the dappled light into the wings´ fold. The postured grace of the shapes, curiously female, adorned the cabin walls: swallows with the necks of ballet dancers, egrets with sleek feet. When one was born out of its thick material, he cradled it apple-whole in the silence after a song finishes. Then his hands felt the weight of the tree, the stopped flight, the skin of her–a kind of longing he couldn´t smooth. Jennifer K. Sweeney won the 2006 Main Street Rag Poetry Book Award and her book, Salt Memory, will be out this winter. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Vermont College. Her poetry has been published or is forthcoming in various publications, including Hayden´s Ferry Review, Passages North, New York Quarterly, Evansville Review, RUNES, and subtropics. She was a finalist in the 2004 Center for Book Arts Chapbook Competition and the 2005 Brittingham/Felix Pollak Prize and was recently awarded a Cultural Equities Grant from the San Francisco Arts Commission. |
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