Tag Archives: Corey Mesler

We were so young

We were so young we opened our bodies in golden fields under the suspension bridge of pylons and wires. Your breasts were more mature than either of us and I can still taste their perfect acorn caps. We drifted later … Continue reading

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The new season began

The new season began first in the birds, then slowly, one by one, the clouds changed affiliation. We stood on the parapet and prayed for a soft transition. The earth reminded us of dying, its soil black as chaos. Corey … Continue reading

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Taking the river home

I took a section of river home with me and kept it in my sink. In its brown body I saw a small alewife. My kitchen was full of its life. My heart ex- panded also. One night the moon … Continue reading

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The river knows my perfidy

The river knows my perfidy. I give it up and the river takes it to the sea. The river does not lie, nor does it dither or die. The river. Corey Mesler has been published in numerous anthologies and journals including … Continue reading

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Wine

I drank too much wine and fell asleep on the floor of my room. The river visited at some point because when I woke, gorged by roaring and ache, my pockets were full of ooze. Corey Mesler has been published in … Continue reading

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