Emily Dickinson's HerbariumBy Kim Fahner
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Start with jasmine, first,
and then move to clover, anemones, and gentians. Pressed, kept safe, between one leaf and then another, forgotten under piles of books. Later, years afterwards, someone cleans a room, empties a box, finds remnants in a hall closet. Narrow labels, spidered cursive in darkest ink, and hundreds of blooms collected, flattened, so gathered in. Start with jasmine, first, to be sure, and then move to violets and lilies— long dashes and capitalized truths. AfterwardsBy Kim Fahner
When the whale fell,
heartbroken, the ocean held its breath, then sighed. Kim Fahner lives and writes in Sudbury, Ontario. She was the fourth Poet Laureate of Sudbury (2016-18) and the first woman appointed to the role. Her latest book of poems is These Wings (Pedlar Press, 2019). Kim is a member of the League of Canadian Poets, the Writers’ Union of Canada, and a supporting member of the Playwrights Guild of Canada. She blogs fairly regularly at kimfahner.wordpress.com and may be reached via her website at www.kimfahner.com.
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