Peter Streckfus Biography

Where am I.
A window, blinds half opened, the maple and beautybush and smilax catching
the lamplight, nodding as if a silent chorus. Beyond, the flood of the nothing
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There is fire in the beginning—without it, we thought, we could not see one another.
After only months, a scorched foothill, but covered in evergreen heather.
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Like a silvery fish pulled out of the dark water.
And so the opportunity for confusion
or clarity is intensified seven times.
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Last night, my father came to my dreaming
self in the form of a vampire.
A vampire's position is liminal—
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Come to the surface of the screen with your piscine light
and oxygen holes and press for moments
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