I say Jesus wept in place
of weeping. I say, I was
born submerged. Proposition:
wilted salad in a bag. Corollary:
ain’t’a that good news?
Today I farewelled my dead
in the drive-thru funeral parlor—
velvet curtains parting
for the dearly departed
with the engine still awake.
I can only describe myself
as capsized. Somewhere a stone
is rolled away on a good Friday,
but not here. Somewhere a stone
fruit gives under the weight
of a hungry thumb.
is a Black poet from the Chicago area. She has a BA in English with a concentration in literary studies from DePaul University, and she is a Fulbright scholar. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Puerto del Sol, phoebe, and Spoon River Poetry Review.
ART: multitask by Kim Rae Taylor
KIM RAE TAYLOR is a visual artist and educator. She currently serves as associate professor of fine art for the University of Cincinnati Clermont College. She received her MFA from the College of Design, Architecture, Art and Planning (DAAP) at the University of Cincinnati, and her BFA from The College of Fine Arts of the University of Texas at Austin. Additional studies include the University of Georgia in Cortona, Italy, and the Metáfora Center for Art Therapy Studies in Barcelona, Spain. She has been an artist in residence at Taipei Artist Village in Taiwan, Red Gate in Beijing, and Cill Rialaig in County Kerry, Ireland. Taylor works with a variety of themes that draw from nature, language, and gender.