Wrought & Found

 

Original poems & found images

 

–by Mia Sara

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Dream Girl Drops Dead

 

At what point does the grasp let go the reach
so that you trip and catch yourself clinging
to the coattails of a this spurious dream,
bloated lies that so outweigh the genuine
article, and flatten even the innocent longing
to be right as you are, just where you’re standing. Continue reading

Wrought & Found

 

 

Original poems & found images.

–by Mia Sara

 

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Weekend at El Cap with Fifth Graders

–After Lowell

 

Here we watch the kids go mock wild;
my wits all run to seed, and scatter,
more itchy weeds for the cracked riverbed.
We all lose track of our child
in the cold, after dark, when it matters,
half-tanked at the fire pit, our heads

tight in the shrink-wrapped void of time.
My wits, in ashes, ashes. At El Cap.
I used to hold her in my lap,
this fierce and final child of mine. Continue reading