Constance Stadler


Constance Stadler has been writing, publishing, and editing poetry from the 'prehistoric' epoch of print journals to modern e-times. She is currently a contributing editor to the e-zine 'Eviscerator Heaven'. Her most recent work appears in such 'zines as Ditch, ken*again, Pen Himalaya, Clockwise Cat, Hanging Moss, Neonbeam, and Gloom Cupboard. As a political anthropologist specializing in North Africa and a violinist, her influences are multiform. Work in formative years with the late poet Gwendolyn Brooks was seminal, but no less so than Sufi Dervish dancers, and the challenges of mastering Bruch's first concerto.



Visible Hand


Chilblain strides

                 mock the

                 purposeful promenade

                 to cubicle abattoirs.

In djembe and kalimba

beat

               ancient forgotten

                       fingertips

twist

Windsor

              knot

garrotes

             to lay way for

             prevaricative

deathbed lamentations.

The tower

           of Violated

           Promise

Immolated Hope

Annhilated Dream

           soars

With every skeletal

           Clasp.

Bone on bone

Assurances

          of newborn niggard

          Joy

assuaged by Dow Jones

sylphic acclivous

          arcings

Towards

         certainty

         of golden

         coffer

         coffin.



* *

...on her blindness



I visualize raindrops

             Undulant trails

                    Of glycerin prisms

                              Elongating rectangles

                                    Of rivulet blue thought

I visualize stardust

            Migratory puffs

                       Of transfigured night shafts

                              Swelling fistulas

                                     Of spectral yellow recollection

I visualize wind

            Butterfly ravishings

                       Of foliated certainties

                               Spiralling fragments

                                      Of embedded rainbow scabs

I visualize sun

I visualize daybreak

I visualize dew

I visualize the lark

I visualiz...

I vis...

 


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