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she will sit inside a snakepit. she will learn when to shelter, how to shed. they will spot her some night - black opal glistening in the milkweed. the sea coming back to claim every animal we should have left unnamed.
Scherezade Siobhan, psalm (Published in Little River)
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In a world full of loud woundings, a poem erupts in the quietest blur, swells into an amphora for both grief and bliss, leaves a feeble ablution of footprints, makes a home in the space that once was reserved for the wound. This is the rootsong of Fire Sign: its reluctant kindling, its opalescent appetite. Katherine Osborne writes like a single hurricane lamp left in the bluest desert. Her poems blink within the smallest eye of a mirador tutoring ships through the profound black language of the night. In a world so glossed from its own salamandrine sheen, crouching in some sighing blur, she devastates the hubris of cognition with the sharpest kindness.
I reviewed Katherine Osborne’s “Fire Sign” for Yellow Rabbits Review
May 2016, Washington St. ATM
I'm not sure what's making me think of this but right before Ryan Adams plays his guitar he says, "I don't have any recognizable songs but some people know this song." It's late May and we're in a heat wave. Driving with him. He asks me to stop here. He winked the way no one ever winks at you. A look on his face. I drove up to the ATM, windows down. Sky coming down through the trees like she means it. He grabbed my ATM card from my hand. He said for me to stay in the car. Don't move. But do you know what he said to me while folding the money? This is all you have? Dusk circling the parking lot. It's all I had.
- Katherine Osborne is a writer in Massachusetts and author of Fire Sign
So uh, after reading this post again one thing led to another and I find myself writing a poem titled, “Shitpost or Line from Katherine Osborne’s Fire Sign” and I’m both embarrassed and tickled to admit this where she might see it.
HATE: Being sick // LOVE: This book
Fire Sign by Katherine Osborne aka kdecember. I hope she forgives me for sharing one of her wonderful poems. Reading this book feels like taking part in something thrilling and important that is happening right now. It’s like being connected to a series of ongoing events, even if the events took place a long time ago, or maybe they didn’t take place at all, or maybe they took place in a dream, a thought, or deep inside a hundred distorted memories. It doesn’t really matter ‘where‘ or ‘when’, because right now it’s all here, simultaneously, and: It concerns me.
I don’t know, but what you see in the picture might be the only copy of this book that has made it to Norway.
Meaning: Don’t steal my book. I will hunt you down. And when I find you, my punishment will be swift & severe.
Meaning: Go grab your own copy. (Click here)
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My only Black Friday purchases arrived today and they're MARVELOUS because @kdecember and @katejustkate are MARVELOUS.
“What would you draw on the inside wall of a cave? If you knew no one would ever find it.” ---Katherine Osborne, Fire Sign
I received Fire Sign yesterday <3! @kdecember @electric-cereal
