Jennifer K. Sweeney
Jennifer K. Sweeney is an American poet .
Jennifer K. Sweeney is the author of two poetry collections, most recently, How to Live on Bread and Music (Perugia Press, 2009), winner of the 2009 James Laughlin Award and the 2009 Perugia Press Prize. Her first collection, Salt Memory (Main Street Rag, 2006) won the 2006 Main Street Rag Poetry Award. Her poems have appeared in journals and ... more »
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Jennifer K. Sweeney Poems
The Snow Leopard Mother
The snow leopard mother runs straight down the mountain. Elk cliff. Blizzard. Hammers keening
Call And Response
There are mnemonics for remembering bird calls. Listen to my evening sing-ing-ing-ing croons the vesper sparrow, But-I-DO-love you pleads the Eastern meadowlark
Seedfluff gathers in white canals along the path but how to locate the source: some bramble let-go into all possible
There is a blue city in mind constructed slantways along a rippling canal, clean and unpeopled but for a musician
How To Make Armor
Wear your bones like cold-rolled steel, skin hammered in brigandine sheets.
How To Live On Bread And Music
You need not confront the storm though it comes with its guillotine of wind and arrows of ice. Let it come.
How To Grow A Mushroom
You're going to need soil and not out of the bag but a vegetal mud dampened by umbrella fern, a little scat, silt, shreds of orange peel for the proper asexual cavedom.
Erie Central Station
It was theatrical once, the arrivals and departures, cathedral ceilings, opera windows and burgundy velvet couches.
In the scoliosis clinic, I waited in a room of skeletons while men reshaped the architecture of my sister, spongy discs stacked in S-curves
Seen From Above
Steady the freight trains like daily missives from other-where—
Setting The Table For The Deer
Under the ponderosa pine, a family of deer gathered in late autumn, chewing on chucked corncobs from August dinners or our windfall of mealy tree-apples.
after the waiting years leaden years keening oceanside for an answer from the original dark
In your sleep the year advanced. Perhaps in a Japanese rainstorm
Ballad For The Daily Condition
That mostly we do our living in houses, rooms inside houses within rows of houses and everyone is a supporting character in the story
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The Snow Leopard Mother
The snow leopard mother runs straight
down the mountain.
Elk cliff. Blizzard.
into the night.
Her silence and wild
falling is a compass
of hunger and memory. Breath
prints on the carried-away body.
This is how it goes so far away
from our ripening grapes and lime,
coyote eyes rimming the canyon.
we paddle out in our ice boat
headed toward no future at last.
O tired song of what we thought,
stillness crouches like a prow.
We break the ice gently forward.
If I want to cling to anything
then this quiet of being the ...