“I sing these songs all through the dark, after everyone’s left.” The myth of the sirens has been used throughout history, to shame women or empower them, but always to warn men—women too can be dangerous. Their songs shipwrecked men, or lulled them into a vulnerable sleep, in some myths the sirens were even sent to find Persephone who had disappeared into the underworld. Kateri Lanthier’s second collection Siren, is as many-layered and multi-faceted as the myth of the sirens.read more
When I glue the hybrid, its sound makes a memory like bones or like a pyre for all the oceans one can feel.read more
I’m blaspheming traffic.
I’m mincing some celery.
I’m holding your hand while you eat.
The snow was falling on the beach/
and so the children/
into their hands.
Another boy thinks his father/
dies each time he leaves home.
But I followed instructions! Wring blood from a stone and use the drops as lip gloss./
My new job is branding mascara. This one’s called “The Tracks of My Tears.”
I own a spleen of transcendent variety. It serves as a beacon of bodily function.read more
You are the odd mom out, the one who doesn’t hang with the pack of moms, the one they don’t really get. You are standing at the lip of the swimming lake.read more
How full the walls are, teeming with paintings that he isn’t sure deserve to be called that. How he fed her, all her life.read more
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