What Lay Open

 
Heat in the open fields, birthing milkweed silk, brushed by berry thorns; cardinal of the catalpa canopy, high-pitched longing pumped from crimson heights—(I give thanks for your instructions.) Wetland, dry by June, you charm baseball diamonds wreathed in butterflies, when my life swirled white and orange and you, red and reckless bird, I almost forgot your whistling, cheering me to flight.
 

 

Ann Batchelor Hursey

Ann Batchelor Hursey’s work has appeared in the Seattle Review, Crab Creek Review, Chrysanthemum, and Pontoon, among others. Ann has been awarded writing residencies with the Jack Straw Writers Program (Seattle, WA), Hypatia-in-the-Woods (Shelton, WA.) and Soapstone: A Writing Retreat for Women (Oregon). Besides collaborating with visual artists and musicians, she has written poems to compost and hand-made-things. This summer she graduates with an MFA from the Rainier Writing Workshop @ Pacific Lutheran University. Born and raised in Ohio, she now calls Washington State home.

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