A Journal of Poetry and Kindred Prose

Rosemary Starace

is a writer and visual artist, born in New York City and now living in Pittsfield, Massachusetts. She is co-editor, with Moira Richards and Lesley Wheeler, of Letters to the World: Poems from the Wom-po Listserv (Red Hen Press, 2008).

Her poetry appeared most recently in Orion.

More of her work can be seen online at her website.

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Hitch me, oh my dazzling star,
my headlong, my helio-, my wandering frost

Fling me far from—
Swing me near to—

Eclipse me
with your great vavoom, your eccentric dust


Neutral Ode

O gray, the smear of many skies,
night-thickness pierceable only by horns,

you. Gray, who prevents gazing,
but whose softness calls forth floating.

Gray, who mesmerizes, who subdues,
who glooms the horizons, yes,

you: the envelope,
the old hair,
the scarf around the throat.

You, gray, are the color of the whisper,
the peripheral blur,

and the dust, which returns.



they will not eat me
when my time comes
they will purr

the appropriate song
their rite is strong

my plush of cats
will bolster me
in the pillowless moment