Deep Roots
In ‘The heart is a willow tree’ by Ev Bishop, the cycle of destruction and rebirth comes to vivid life.
Enjoy the opening stanzas, excerpted here from Issue 10, Spring 2016, on sale until September 5th.
The heart is a willow tree
by Ev Bishop
The heart is a willow tree
A space where bologna and mayonnaise sandwiches open windows
I roll and settle in the body-shaped sag
Poppies bloom where knuckles flash on stucco swords
Wind beats/
Branches scratch/
Pane rattles
The skull moon glowers from high black sky —
pine needle fingers drag along glass
Knees: grass-stained, smell of earth and salt
Inner elbow: salty too
Blood yells purple, reeks like river tastes
Life at 4610 Straume
Soap scented bones in navy leotards
A rabbit scream alarm clock wakes me. Entrails pulled through page wire wait me. …
To read the rest of this powerful poem, pick up your copy of Issue 10, Spring 2016, ON SALE until September 5th!
Ev Bishop writes across the genres — romance and women’s fiction to slipstream, horror, and lit fic — and can never nail herself down to just one form. Hence her diverse list of published essays, articles, short fiction, and novels. Ev’s flash fiction piece, ‘Not All Magic is Nice’, was shortlisted for the 2014 Hummingbird Prize and published in Issue 6, Spring 2015. She loves to connect with her readers, and you can visit her at evbishop.com.
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