Two poems by Michael Prihoda


with calm uncertainty
& the tremor

of earth
below a newborn,

i grew antlers
for this town of birds,

& wondered
at the lasting.


Voices Prebodied
for my mother

you made me
an island

of embodied words
& vivisected granite,

taught me
to learn

this swimming

the trunks of palms
& floating leaves,

how to make myself
so wide

i could
blanket a hayfield

you taught me
that substance comes

from the kind of words
we trap & release

Michael Prihoda lives in central Indiana. He is the editor of After the Pause, an experimental literary magazine and small press. His work has received nominations for the Pushcart Prize and the Best of the Net Anthology and he is the author of eight poetry collections, most recently Years Without Room (Weasel Press, 2018).

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