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Claudia Serea

April

On a cloudy day,
the angel goes to the toolshed
where, neatly stacked, he keeps on shelves
surgical instruments,
wrenches, screwdrivers, hammers,
oil cans, gauze, rope,
glass bottles with acid,
crystals, formol, fragrances,
and jars with nails
and soaps,

picks the steel canister labeled “Life,”
and sprays the dirt in the front yard
green.


Claudia Serea’s poems have appeared in Field, New Letters, Prairie Schooner, and elsewhere. She has published five poetry collections, most recently Twoxism, a collaboration with photographer Maria Haro (8th House Publishing, 2018).


 

Claudia Serea

Summer in October

You know I was late for work
on the warmest day of the week

because I shaved,
showered,

and slipped into a summer dress
for the last time this year,

loving how it swooshed
and clung to my skin.


Claudia Serea’s poems have appeared in Field, New Letters, Prairie Schooner, and elsewhere. She has published five poetry collections, most recently Twoxism, a collaboration with photographer Maria Haro (8th House Publishing, 2018).


 

Claudia Serea

Against gravity

I dreamed there was no gravity,
only this ring

that pulls us together
with a force lighter than laughter,

an imponderable poem
we share with everyone:

titanium ore
in the belly of the earth,

the fire, breathing
3,000 degrees to melt the metal,

the shape of the mold
and the tools that engraved it,

this poem, the color of robin’s eggs,
the color of robin song,

of this day,
holding us together

against gravity
for the rest of our lives.


Claudia Serea’s poems have appeared in Field, New Letters, Prairie Schooner, and elsewhere. She has published five poetry collections, most recently Twoxism, a collaboration with photographer Maria Haro (8th House Publishing, 2018).


 

Claudia Serea

Self Portrait

Claudia is
to a cloud

as chalk is
to chocolate.

Claudia Serea’s poems and translations have appeared in Field, New Letters, 5 a.m., Meridian, Gravel, among others, and she’s the author of four poetry collections, most recently Nothing Important Happened Today (Broadstone Books, 2016).

Claudia Serea

Poetry is

Poetry is
of no use,

but it stays with you
like a blind dog

that sniffs your troubles
and licks your hands

and your eyes,
especially the eyes.

Claudia Serea’s poems and translations have appeared in Field, New Letters, 5 a.m., Meridian, Gravel, among others, and she’s the author of four poetry collections, most recently Nothing Important Happened Today (Broadstone Books, 2016).

Claudia Serea

Even if you don’t believe in angels

You still have
your life,

heavy,
crumbling, dry,

and you can’t carry it,
but you have no choice,

but to carry it,
a cement cross

on your shoulders
instead of wings.

Claudia Serea’s poems and translations have appeared in Field, New Letters, 5 a.m., Meridian, Gravel, among others, and she’s the author of four poetry collections, most recently Nothing Important Happened Today (Broadstone Books, 2016).

Claudia Serea

Cherry tomatoes

Sweet and red
like a lover’s tongue,

the last jewels
of the season
hang in low light,

speaking summer’s
extinct dialect:

Good-
bye.

Claudia Serea is the author of Angels & Beasts (Phoenicia Publishing, Canada, 2012), The System (Cold Hub Press, New Zealand, 2012), and A Dirt Road Hangs from the Sky (8th House Publishing, Canada, 2013).

Claudia Serea

Meanwhile, in Penn Station

The pussy willows bloom
in a plastic bucket
underground.

Claudia Serea is the author of Angels & Beasts (Phoenicia Publishing, Canada, 2012), The System (Cold Hub Press, New Zealand, 2012), and A Dirt Road Hangs from the Sky (8th House Publishing, Canada, 2013).