Lucia O'CorozineSymbologyShe chose to be an aster, swaying high above the weeds, a perennial to suit survivors of seasonal defeats.Jan 7, 2021Jan 7, 2021
Lucia O'CorozineDeath in the FamilyIt happened in a doorway. I know the place, and the shape he made — like a swimmer, set to plunge, but struck down, insensate.Jan 7, 2021Jan 7, 2021
Lucia O'CorozineAn AislingI saw her on the strand at dusk. Like a curragh with a broken coat. Soaking, twisted, almost prone. Hair, salt-stiffened, trembling so —…Jan 7, 2021Jan 7, 2021
Lucia O'CorozineA KissThis is a hand crumpling through a wasp’s nest. This is an animal, caught and half-swallowed by another. This is my choice, even if I…Jan 7, 2021Jan 7, 2021
Lucia O'CorozineAmber That DecidesLittle then, I followed you, collecting all you strew.Jan 7, 2021Jan 7, 2021
Lucia O'CorozineWaiting in the Alchemist’s TowerIf I could pray, I’d say: Strike, and strike, and strike away, until all that’s left is core, and from that tiny piece I’ll be more…Jan 7, 2021Jan 7, 2021
Lucia O'CorozineinThe JunctionShellsMy heart is still beating on night’s plate — two sounds in every pulse. The first, a door slams. The second, a house caves in.Sep 19, 2020Sep 19, 2020
