Ioanna Carlsen Poems
- Infanta For a moment it flashed through me, I thought I ...
- Over And Over Tune You could grow into it, that sense of ...
- Insomnia:A Sextet On Reading Cioran Leaf caught in a ...
- Forgiveness I can only imagine it. You ask me for it — I ...
- Doll's House The music comes on with the lights, the little ...
- Breather Back in the time when you breathed I would say ...
Ioanna Carlsen is a Mexican tesuque cane & rush chair maker & poet.
Ioanna Carlsen‘s poems have appeared in Poetry, The Hudson Review, Nimrod, FIELD, Prairie Schooner, Confrontation, Mondo Greco, Quarterly West, Beloit Poetry Journal, AGNI and many other literary magazines. She has been a featured poet at Poetry Daily and Poetry. One of her poems was chosen to be part of Billy Collins’ Poetry 180. Her fiction, featured in Glimmer Train, has been included in an anthology entitled Mother Knows, published through Atria (a branch of Simon & Schuster). Five of her poems have also appeared in a new anthology of Greek-American Poetry, Pomegranate Seeds (Somerset Hall Press, 2008). more »
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For a moment it flashed
through me, I thought I
remembered being someone before now,
the her who was me
embedded like a whorl in wood.
The photograph is black and white,
but I know the dress was amber--
she bells out toward me,
her fingers resting against
a cage of satin,
she stands the way I do
already--is that it--
or have I never forgotten how
to stand like her?
If I could just take the fire with me
into the next room I might sleep
and stumble into the black hole
of that photographer's studio,