By: Katya Belena
DATURA
Droplets of Selene, still loyal
watching, trailing
the tide-mover
cold mother
the condition we call
moonstruck is as mundane
as dry mouth:
we disregard both
old stars, those brilliant captive
candles in dark rivers know
this naked earth is constantly
emptying, beginning
MIGRATORY PATTERNS
Don’t tell me the source
of that beetle wing beating
electric resonance hum
after all
angels convalescing sound
exactly like the stretch of fascia;
that temperamental songbird
don’t call it a blessing—
the open gaping holy chasm
containing all the freshness of being
closes at the whiff of a name
COGNITIVE DISSONANCE
Deadened sound as broken discord
made whole again but without a certain
flare (the kind bringing color to cheeks and lips)
feels beyond, unreachable, unreal as
being “fine” often feels, a reminder that
okay is not a goalpost and intensity is a craving
and without it there is only a muffled
echo bouncing around a familiar vessel
Katya Belena is a Nevada-based visual artist who has a deep love and appreciation for poetry. She aims to speak to the not-quite; that which is just on the tip of one's tongue before it slips away in a thoughtless moment. She is often found enjoying good tea, walking her greyhounds, and creating abstract artwork in her downtown studio.