Thursday, October 22, 2015

David Winter, "Sluice"

from "From the Sea," by Deb Schwedhelm

Days pass like water through a sluice:
shallow, almost still, merciful

in their transparency. The past spreads
its murk, its soft living matter

across the felt floor of the deep,
where fish abandon their luminous

appearances. The future is no different
except for the newness of things,

how the sun ignites surfaces,
how rain deepens aquatic lives

and sends frogs bellowing their love
into summer, ugly as anyone

who has emerged from their first
small form into unfamiliar longing.

David Winter wrote the poetry chapbook Safe House, where this poem first appeared in print. His poetry has also appeared in the literary magazines Four Way Review, Forklift, Ohio, Harpur Palate, Meridian, Muzzle, Ninth Letter, The Offing, and Winter Tangerine Review. He is currently a Senior Lecturer in the Ohio State University Department of English, where he also earned his MFA, served as Poetry Editor of The Journal, and worked extensively with the Literacy Narratives of Black Columbus Project. He is a curator for Paging Columbus, a literary event series.

David’s chapbook Safe House is available from Thrush Press here. And you can read more of his writing here.

[Image above by Deb Schwedhelm]

1 comment

  1. Wow! That photo! Beautiful.

    Thanks so much for introducing me to one great artist after another (and poetry too, of course).

    Thanks Hannah!


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