Anna Veprinska

on

 

A myth

After bpNichol

A
myth
a
mouth
a
moth
a
mong






whiff



for
some,

    m    e
  y         m
     r    o 

is a
torture

chamber.
mean-

while,
one cloud

smokes
another

in the sky.
how long

until
we grow

mad
in our

house-
bodies?

 

 

 

flowers in war

of
war
flowers
too
are
wounded
witnesses
un-

mercied
they
shrivel
from
shells
de-petal
from
battle

through
rubble
this
flower
                  lower
                   over
                   ow
                   o



Night

The moon is shining bright tonight,
a plump, pale kneecap.

Neither of us knows who we are.

 

 

Evolution

In humans









                        the soft









                                                  fur of tail









                                                                         hardened









                                                                                                  to bone.

 

 

 

Anna Veprinska is a poet, scholar, and immigrant-settler living in the greater Toronto (Tkaronto) area. She has published the books Empathy in Contemporary Poetry after Crisis (Palgrave Macmillan, 2020), which received Honourable Mention in the MSA First Book Award, and Sew with Butterflies: poems (Steel Bananas, 2014). She has also published the poetry chapbook Spirit-clenched (Gap Riot Press, 2020). She has had poems published in Arc Poetry Magazine, Parentheses, Hamilton Arts & Letters, The Angle, The /tƐmz/ Review, Not Very Quiet, 8 Poems, and Echolocation, among others. Twitter @splitendedpoem.