The Voyages

begin in a room with no walls. the oaks guard, shield—
enable vision

through mist—the branches become memories that must be translated, cut—
traversing river to sea

I stand on a shore made of flowers
inhabitant—one owl who manages everything

I attend a class of dreams
I mend the birds


Marcia Arrieta’s recent work can be found in Otoliths, Otis Nebula, Word For/Word, Alba, & Tiger Moth. Her latest books are perimeter homespun (BlazeVOX) & vestiges (Dancing Girl). She edits and publishes Indefinite Space, a poetry/art journal.

Owl illustration by C.B. Auder.

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