O moon, my east begins with you. in your easy light I stand beside the long shadows of my life. I want to swallow the world but know it won’t go down so I turn these stones and rotted logs in search of crickets. surely I can swallow crickets, swallow them whole. I say these words out loud: tibia / femur / tarsus / claw. and when I walk my feet will sing.
Liane St. Laurent is an old dog learning new tricks. She has washed dishes, driven horse-drawn carriages, picked apples, taught English and is currently an IT professional. Recent work appears online and in print in The Banyan Review, The Penmen Review, Sidereal Magazine, The Poets’ Touchstone, Emerge Literary Journal, among others. Liane lives in New Hampshire with her husband, their two dogs, and an array of woodland creatures. Catch her online at lianestlaurent.com or connect on Twitter @lianestlaurent