A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms


by Sandra Soli

The four a.m. train, mournful
as a coyote in the night,
multiplies the dark longing
of fellow creatures, and my own.

As a coyote in the night
might listen for a companion,
insomniacs hope for a dream, though it

multiplies the dark longing
that lurks beneath sleep. Restless
passengers share the familiar lament

of fellow creatures and my own,
heard now at a far distance,
forgotten the next morning.

Sandra Soli received New Delta Review’s Eyster Poetry Prize and the 2008 Oklahoma Book Award for her second poetry collection, What Trees Know. Recent and forthcoming journals include Burnt Bridge, Naugatuck River Review, Ruminate, Parody, and War, Literature, and the Arts. Recent fiction appeared in Cross Timbers and Ain’t Nobody That Can Sing Like Me: New Oklahoma Writing. Sandy enjoys puns, photography and collaborative projects with artists in other disciplines. She designs annual projects for Poetry Month in April and facilitates benefit readings for food pantries.


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